Focus: Detective Kingsley
Detective Kingsley was reading a book when a Knight’s Bell was rung. He looked at the map that showed where it was rung from and saw that it came from a restaurant on the outskirts of town. Kingsley quickly grabbed his detective hat and coat and jumped up on his horse and sent it into a full gallop to get to the restaurant before someone could disturb the crime scene.

As Detective Kingsley got to the restaurant, he noticed that the local knights had already set up the perimeter and refused to let anyone in. the forensic team was already at the scene and General Grant was already questioning everyone who was at the scene when they arrived. General Grant was decked out in pure gold colored armor that showed his rank as the local General. His right hand knight, Sir Watt was also there, decked out in his silver colored armor. The other knights were all decked out in their grey colored armor that made them hard to distinguish them as individuals… well except for the one female knight. He still can’t believe that the General allowed a female to join the Knights. Woman should stay home and take care of the house not fight criminals.

Kingsley dismounted his horse as he made his way to the General who had turned towards the detective as he heard the horse stop.

“Detective Kingsley,” the knight said with great respect.

“General,” the detective said with a grim look. “What do we have?”

“Poison detective,” the knight said with a sigh, “at least, if we believe what the boy says that is.”

“Boy?” the detective asked with a furrow of his brow. What would a boy know about poisons?

“Yes,” the general said as he pointed towards a kid who for some reason was talking to one of the knights, “Sir Corinth’s kid, a smart lad who, according to his father, wants to be a detective someday. Apparently, he has access to a library with all sorts of information. According to the woman who was sitting two tables away from the victim, the kid made a book appear out of thin air and after reading it ran over and rang the Knight’s Bell.”

“So the kid was the one to ring the bell?” Detective Kingsley asked as he looked at the kid. ‘Kid’s don’t belong at a crime scene.’

“Affirmative,” General Grant said to the detective. That was all Detective Kingsley need to hear before he gave the general a nod and made his way over towards the child who should leave detective work to a real detective.

Focus Change: Sylvester
Sylvester was talking to his father about what he knew when a hand roughly grabbed Sylvester by the back of his cloths and picked him off the ground.

“Go play detective somewhere else kid,” a man said from behind Sylvester before he was thrown across the street and rolled on the ground. Luckily his gambeson shirt softened the blow enough to not get hurt to badly. Sylvester then looked back at the man and saw that he was a detective. Sylvester frowned but then shrugged his shoulders. He already gave his analysis to his dad so Sylvester would have to wait for him to be called back. After all, he already told his dad who the culprit was; he just needed to wait for the detective to figure it out on his own. With that he walked away.

Focus: Culprit
The figure began to sweat as they saw Detective Kingsley ride up to the restaurant. But then smiled when they saw the brat who called the Knights get thrown across the street. ‘Serves him right,’ the figure thought with a smile. ‘He shouldn’t have interfered in the first place.’ The figure watched as the detective began to look at the crime scene still a little nervous about having such a well-known detective to try to fool.