Sapphire gave no reaction upon Madeira's introduction of her to Octarus except to turn her icy gaze back on the spiritist, her expression unreadable as the trio made their way inside. She waited patiently for Madeira to begin speaking, watching as the gears in the blonde woman's head turned.
When Madeira made her opening statement, blunt and ominous, and dramatically relayed the information, Sapphire's mouth quirked ever so slightly, as if she were amused. But she stayed silent, her expression otherwise blank, and listened. As Madeira continued, Sapphire finally showed perhaps the first true sign of shock. Her brows raised and her eyes widened ever so slightly when Madeira spoke the word 'reimancer'.
However, she quickly regained her composure, letting out a short laugh as she clapped her hands together once. "My, Madeira, such excellent storytelling. And tell me, Miss Craven, how did the unfortunate Crone point you all to me? What did she say of me, what clue did she give you?" It was difficult to tell if the question was sincere or mocking. "I called you together in the first place, do you not think that I would have given you all of the relevant information I had already?" The next question came out nearly bitingly, as Sapphire narrowed her cool blue eyes at Madeira, a spark of something like cold fury in them.
Her attention shifted to Dev'Ania when the Konti spoke up, and Sapphire tilted her head. "Vengeance? Material gain? I'm most curious to know how you've deduced such things about the killer." Any brief glimmer of anger at Madeira's accusations seemed to vanish as quickly as it showed, and this time, the question was genuine as Sapphire peered curiously at the Konti. "I admit, my knowledge is not without bounds, and when it comes to Avalis and her gifts, it is lacking. Did you see all that with your divination, Dev'Ania?" The brief outburst from the seer that followed left Sapphire with raised eyebrows, as she rocked back on her heels and folded her arms over her chest.
Octarus, who had been silent, was spared her frigid gaze, as she paid him no mind. "You come to my home to accuse me of withholding information from you when I am the one who gave you any to begin with," Sapphire spoke calmly, but her voice had dropped several degrees, and it wasn't the imagination of the trio when they felt cold air wash over them.
"The three of you are my guests and you would do well to be mindful of such accusations in the future. I told you what I knew that could be useful. If you have gained further information from a source you believe to be reliable, then that is good news, but do not use it to point fingers at me." When Sapphire finished speaking, she turned away from the group, the temperature in the room rising back to normal levels.
"Miss Craven, I do in actuality need to know exactly what the Crone said to point you towards me. Was it my name? I doubt so, for fortune tellers are not usually so direct. Are you sure you did not misinterpret what she told you?" Sapphire turned back to the group, arching a brow as she spoke to Madeira, and then looked to Dev'Ania.
"How certain are you of what you said about the killer? About vengeance, and love, and material gain? Is this mere speculation, or are they facts? Think very carefully before you answer me, seer," Sapphire spoke softly, clasping her hands together, touching her tongue to her teeth as she thought for a moment.
"Ladies and gentleman," she finally declared after a moment of pause, "With the information you now have, I believe it is high time we sit down and actually make a list of suspects, rather than continuing to run around like chickens without our heads. We cannot catalogue every citizen or visitor to Lhavit; I have my limits. But we all have connections and knowledge of our own, and so perhaps we may be able to come up with a few names that may reasonably be the culprit. It will certainly help narrow the search, for not everyone who walks these glittering streets is a reimancer, no matter how freely shared the knowledge is in this city."
Clicking her tongue, Sapphire strode over to a chest in the corner, rummaging around before returning with a large sheet of parchment, an elaborate quill, and a vial of deep blue ink. "First, those we can safely cross off our list of suspects." Perching on the couch with her writing utensils on the table, Sapphire wrote down five names in elegant, scrawling handwriting, crossing each one off as she went.
Suspects
1. Madeira Craven
2. Dev'Ania
3. Octarus
4. The Crone
5. Sapphire
"I am well aware it is none of you. The Crone is the most recent victim, and I myself have admitted to you all that while I was responsible for the markings, that I am no killer. And indeed, if I was, then why would I be helping you?" Sapphire questioned, looking at the others for any signs of disagreement before she continued.
"Now. Who are potential suspects? Who do we know within this city that, first and foremost, knows reimancy?" Sapphire dipped the peacock feather quill in the indigo ink, and waited for any of them to speak their suggestions.