Book One, Chapter Three, Post Two

Tyrects jogs to the main entrance and retrieves his weapons, as well as Quibberon's and Rallaak's. He returns to the dining hall, giving each of his companions' their items. He checks the dead enemies, ensuring they are fully down, and looking for anything worth taking.

“Thanks Tyrects,” says Quiberron, gratefully accepting his things.  The wizard is kneeling next to the High Lord, giving the fallen man a general inspection and also looking specifically to see if he can figure out what magic is preventing him from regaining consciousness despite the efforts of his daughter and Terrence. Whatever it is, it certainly is not magical. If anything, it is some sort of poison that has made High Lord Fennix comatose.

Quiberron looks at Arabella. “Your father may have been poisoned. Do what you can to help him, or call priests who can. I’m going to look for more clues.”

Málean walks over to where Fennix is laying. "Is the high lord okay?" he asks with concern in his voice.

Quiberron is unsure if the question was directed at him or Arabella, so he answers. “He appears unconscious despite healing, and may be poisoned. Beyond that I cannot say.”

Quiberron stands then to go into the kitchens; he wants to search for clues or for living servants who may have witnessed or heard what transpired before the assassins emerged.

The kitchen is an absolute state. There has clearly been a fight, and both cooks lie unconscious (or possibly dead) on the ground. Quiberron finds a servants’ entrance and opens the door to see that it seems to lead down a hall to the outside.  He then checks on the cooks. He manages to stabilize one, but the other is dead, choke marks around her throat. Despite being unaccustomed to death, it doesn’t really seem to phase him. He just carries on in his search.

Quiberron weeds through the mess, looking for any evidence of poison—a residue in a pot, a vial, a twist of paper that could have contained a powder, etc.—until he finds what he is searching for. He carefully fishes an empty vial from where it was knocked beneath some shelves near where it looks like they served the cobbler. He examines the vial, but does not think he has the right tools or background to test it—possibly he could find someone who does, or who could at least help. The vial has a few drops of the mixture left in it.