If they talked to the longer lived races, they’d have a higher chance of meeting someone who knew Bolli personally.
FPS agreed.
They packed up their things, tossed out their drinks, FPS gave the charr barista a compliment that nearly got him mauled, and Tora swiped a few napkins and creamers on their way out the door—mostly out of habit.
*
They had four people to talk to: Garan Ripshield, Eira Gunnarson, Yugoro Arata, and Ghell. Eira was obviously norn, so they started there, and then moved to Ghell the asura, Garan the charr, and finally Yugoro the human. It took them the rest of the morning, locating and interviewing each for whatever information they had to give.
They were all eager to talk about what had been stolen from them, and were interested to learn why they’d been targeted, but as suspected, only the norn and the asura recalled who Bolli was at all. Even then, they’d turned out to be too young to have known Bolli personally—only having heard of them through their parents and grandparents. On one hand, this made investigations harder, on the other though, at least Tora didn’t have to worry about being called out on the “Bolli was my long dead sister” thing. He didn’t even intend to bring it up, frankly, but FPS brought it up. Every. Single. Time.
He’d had to beg the plant to stop mentioning it, which naturally FPS didn’t understand.
“But surely, they’ll be more willing to talk if they know its a matter of the heart! She was important to you!” He protested.
“Maybe I just don’t want to talk matters of the heart with everyone, okay?!”
FPS paused at that, considering Tora’s words with what looked like an exaggerated seriousness.
“Oh, of course,” FPS said solemnly. “It’s sensitive to talk about, I understand.”
Tora wasn’t really sure he did.
*
They took a break for lunch after their first set of interviews to discuss what they’d learned, grabbing sandwiches off a street vendor and wandering about deserted back alleys. In the end they hadn’t gleaned much. Those who knew something of Bolli didn’t have much to say about her relations on The Meridian. If there were crew mates who had grudges, they didn’t know anything, and they sure didn’t know of any legacy Bolli left behind.
“But she makes a mean apple pie!” FPS offered.
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