Rusty's House

[Zphal]

This is the home of Rusty, the chatty fellow who usually likes to hang out at the tavern. His home looks rather cozy, a nice bed in the corner, and a few bookshelves with numerous volumes. One entire wall seems to be devoted to wine storage, and a number of vintages lie comfortably in their boxes on the wall.

Exit the house
Inspect the wine storage wall  

[Zphal]

Clue

Upon entering the house, you come across the strong scent of orange. Using your nose, you find the source of the smell. On the desk are three orange colored candles, which smoke delicately, put out recently.

 

[kiarados]

Hmm... He must have been to that hut and bought a few of those candles... Isn't that hut near the grave yard? And also the river. He could have been near the Murder sceen. I'll have to check that out later. And I need more evidence.
*turns to inspect wine wall*

I'm going to keep this cork.
*leaves*  

[disliker of the mary sue]

hm there seems to be alot of evidence involving oranges.  

[Molecular Atrophy]

"Rusty?" Artemis peered her emerald eye in, expecting a not the least bit sober man, cusring a string of profanities on his cot.

Artemis sniffs the air and raises a delicate brow. Oranges.

The wine storage wall had a wide array of liquor- most of it being red wine, and Artemis's recent foe: Vodka. She took a closer step to the shelf, careful not to disturb the wooden floor panels.  

[Molecular Atrophy]

Artemis exits Rusty's vacant house, bringing along with her the scent of oranges.  

[Lady March Hare]

"Hello..?" Fairlee called out as she moved into the house, looking around curiously.

Apparently empty, the house was warm and cozy, and though she enjoyed the cold and the chill Fairlee had to admit that it was a nice change. She took a deep breath and let it out in a happy whoosh, shivering as snowflakes melted along her shoulders. Lucifer flitted along the ceiling, his tiny nose quivering as he took in the smells and sights.

"Nobody here..? Well, that's disappointing..." Fairlee sighed as she moved over to inspect the rather impressive wine wall. But then she paused. Her normal inquisitive state had left her less curious then usual, what with Lucifer being all... not Lucifer-ish.

"We'd better move on, then." the dragon in question said a bit flatly, twisting elegantly in the air as he glided back towards the exit. He was out the door in a flash, too fast for even Fairlee to get out a word.

"Aw man... Fur, get back here!!" she wailed, throwing her arms into the air as she chased after him.