(Remake pending...)

A weathered, blank file is placed before you, on your side of the table. The name has been visibly scratched off.

“Well. This one’s definitely an interesting case. Ox... some icewing this guy was. Ex-engineer, ex-third circle, deserter, criminaaal... This man’s got a whole lot going for him... if he’s alive that is. Nobody’s seen em ever since he decided to up and leave with nothing more than a bunch of hastily scribbled notes, an emptied vault, all his work about those funky lookin’ “crossbow” things just... gone. What happened? Don’t know. icewings and their secrets... All I can tell ya is that he was suffering from some kind of chronic medical condition, some real rough stuff. Maybe it’s connected with all those weird rumors about icewings doing... questionable uh... practices... But hey, maybe dragons do all kind of things when they’re put on the burner. As for this one, well... maybe they need a second chance...”