The three passengers exit their rooms, the drow looking relieved. "What about our valets? Do you want them out too? They can't talk or anything." She points into her room, where a small monodrone stands quietly.

The cambion says, "Yes, that makes sense. I'm Abernathy Vernus," he steps carefully around the corpse and holds his hand out for Tedras to shake. "Call me Vern. How can I help?"

The azer, head radiating from him, steps out of his room as well, but says nothing. The drow edges around the corpse and steps back a few feet. "I'm Ethlynn Stalaczic. That's Quintus," she points to the body. "We were sharing a room together! Why would anybody want to kill him? He seemed like a nice man."