" It can be genetic, certainly there are entire schools of sorcery that can only be passed down by blood. And having a parent that was magical certainly helps, but with enough training anyone can wield magic. That being said, parentege isn't the only thing that helps in becoming magically incline, being born during certain celestial events, being concieved on ley-lines, your mother could be exposed to vast amount of raw magic energy during pregnancy. All of these can assist in creating a magically inclined child. But I am rambling, it is perfectly common for someone with no magical parentage to have inborn talent." As Dustin finished he bent down an held a hand over the faces of the unconscios agents without touching them, he then stood up.
"They're out cold and far from death, good work." He added as he opened the door. Inside the room there was a corpse on a gurney, Perrault, next to him lay the usual assortment of surgical tools but also several esoteric devices. Somone had done a good job of stitching Perrault up, but it was clear by the number of bruises and stitches he must have been in a terrible shape when he was found. Dustin passed by the table and looked at the tools, " Huh looks like they already tried, maybe he'll tell us something he didn't tell them if we asked nicely."
Without waiting for a reaction from Leland Dustin removed the dagger and began in incantation, the dagger flared with blue fire dancing along the blade. He then plunged the dagger into the corpses chest. "Perrault, come back, Perrault, appear before" He said, and as Dustin spoke blue flames flared out of his mouth, nose, ears and eye sockets. "Perrault, appear you bastard!" he then exhaled, and the flames left him and took the vague shape of man's upper torso, his lower body narrowing until it connected with the dagger's hilt.
"Again! What is with you? Can't you let a man rest it- Oh it's you Dustin, what now? Want to gloat?" The blue flames spoke.
"No, gloating will have to be for another day, but it's on the top of the list of torments I have planned for you. Honestly Perrault for a man who made an enemy of a necromancer you sure haven't taken a lot of precautions regarding your soul. Not smart."
"Fuck you Stitch, I've been busy running this damn civilization."
"And this is the thanks you get." Dustin sighed with mock sympathy.
"Why have you summoned me Stitch, if not to torment me?"
"It appears your killers have gone and framed my son, now he's on death row."
"YOUR Son? Am I hearing that right? Oh happy days! That's the best new I've had since being thrown out the window."
"That's great Perrault, now who really killed you."
Perrault's spirit mimed as if he was filing his nails. " I didn't tell the coroners, why should I tell you?"
" Because you're a decent human being who wants to see his actual killer brought to justice?"
Perraults ghost approximated something that would be a side-ways skeptical glance. " You see Stitch, while I do so hate my killer, I believe he may still be capable of creating more trouble for me in death than you ever could. And if I can't have him, then you devil spawn of a child is the next best thing."
Dustin almost opened his mouth to yell something then changed his mind, " Hold on one second." With that he turned around quickly and led Leland out of the room.
"Listen Leland, I'm going to need you help to interrogate this guy. You know the good cop bad cop thing right? Well he's going to know I'm bad cop, and having you be good cop would just be cliche, so instead we're going to do bad cop," Dustin pointed at himself, " and worse cop." he said pointing at Leland, "are you in?"
