"Oh, the room was indeed locked when the murder occurred," Investigator Vale said, brushing dust from her elegant finery. The scullery maid, equally as dusty and looking quite flushed, hurriedly adjusted her apron as she ran out from behind the alchemist's well-stocked shelves. "What was going on back here, investigator?" Alchemist Krelana asked suspiciously. "Oh, your feisty little maid was just helping me with my … research," Vale said, "pay her no mind. What you should be paying attention to is this half-empty bottle of wamasu bile." "Why?" the burly guard asked.