Days were a blur. Weeks. Life? How long had it been? Hard to say. Marshall was gone. Creature who snatched her soul was dead. Seemed like a waste, all of it, but then what else was there? Archer had been captured. Karolinger was gone. Demons. Demons were everywhere. Entire Province was overrun. Had to stop using the holy water to check for them. Running out. It was too necessary to spike the flask with it. Had to make sure he wasn't becoming a demon. Priorities.
Still. Had to do something.
Follow up on a lead. That was something. People saw things that scared them. People went to the Constables. Kurt Lentham usually avoided the Broken Dagger. Trouble of the sort he didn't want. Didn't need. Bad memories for a man who had so few memories at all. Still, a tavern was a tavern. Priorities. Flask was always at risk of ending up empty.
If they had to send him somewhere, this was almost as good as any.
His uniform was rumpled, unkempt. His face was more so. Deep into his thirties now, the scraggly Detective Constable nodded to the barkeep, sliding over the flask and some tarnished form of payment. Barkeep was a demon. Wouldn't keep eye contact. Sure sign. Demon. Make a note of that for later. "Word is there's a drowess here. Want to ask her some questions. Let her know?"
Barkeep refilled the flask. Well-disguised demon at least. Went off to tell the drow in her room too. Or jump out a second story window. Sit at the bar. Wait. Sip the flask. Priorities.