A Murder in Portia

Prologue

 Charlene was just starting to get the hang of her Father's workshop. She woke up on the strange and fateful morning of 3/2/??, feeling as normal as usual. She slipped on the casual red coat she bought from Carol, along with the basic pants she's worn since before she got here. With a yawn, she starts to walk out the door. She finished a commission yesterday, so she started to run to the commerce guild in order to grab another. Taking a swift breath of air, Charlene feels the air fly by her as she pushes forward with her powerful legs. Instead of looking ahead, she looked a the ground, a habit she's had since she was little. Although she was quite tired when she started off this morning, she found herself awake as she smacked into something firm. Well, not a something so much as a someone.

"Sorry Charlie, I've just got to get on. There has been an accident over by the research center. On second thought, why don't you come too."

"What? Arlo? Sorry, it is really my fault. Bumping into you I mean, not whatever you are on about. Speaking of which, what are you talking about?"

"Just, come on. I'll need your help anyway." Charlene scrunched up her face, but none the less, she followed the auburn-haired man to the square, where many citizens were blocked off, maintained by the rest of the Civil Corps unit, as well as a few reinforcements. One stopped Charlene, as she was trailing a good bit behind Arlo, who was keeping quite the fast pace.

"Sorry gorgeous, can't let you in but I can grant you a date." He laughed a husky laugh.

"Charlie is with me," Arlo said from behind their barricade.

"I suppose little miss Charlie, that you can head on in." The man began to laugh again but it was halted by a firm stare from Arlo.

"It's Charlene by the way," Charlene said quite coldly as she passed the barricade. Keeping pace with Arlo, she saw what all the fuss was about

"Oh my god."