“…”

“More than anything else I want **** on the person responsible for ruking me…” Kat admitted passionately, “but sadly the ultimate perpetrator is unknown and their hired dart man, Trev Slipperyfingers, has gone to ground.”

“Actually Trev the Dart Man - who failed in his attack on the prince and ruked you by mistake - was captured this very afternoon. He languishes in the castle dungeon…” her master confided.

“He?” Kat repeated darkly. “Why has he not yet been ruked? Or better yet, hung drawn and quartered? No he deserves to be ruked!”

“Oh, he will be but her is being interrogated as we speak. But… I thought you may wish to help interrogate him?” Her master offered.

“I would… damn, I had intended on some fun but… I want **** more.” Kat growled. “Still, I wonder who paid him.”

“Well, I have a few suspects myself… but… who do you think did it?” her master said thoughtfully.

Kat was intrigued that her master had even thought suspects. She had considered the matter in depth herself and listed the most likely culprits. “The Prince’s uncle in exile, Lord Sumnabich? The rival Lord of the City state of Hrel, Dominic Subhra? They both seem to have the moneys and the desire to ruk the prince - but sadly there has been no proof.”