Ash & Kjell
Ordered to investigate by Amadeus, Kjell had wasted no time in heading for the gallery. He was not an artist and he was too serious or too sensible to even get art much of the time, but the wanton destruction that surrounded him as he stepped inside still bothered him. It was cruel and chaotic. So he stood in grim and watchful silence until Ash's assistant arrived to greet him and began leading him through the interconnected rooms toward her master. They passed disfigured paintings, some of which had been slashed with knives and others which bore more irregular tears. They passed ruined sculptures that had been shattered against floors and walls or ripped from their very foundations. A wall near the stairs had the words no more pretty distractions written across it in black spray paint.
Further investigation would be required, but this didn't seem like the work of simple kine to him.
Finally arriving in the room where slashed portraits hung and Ash laid, he nodded toward the Toreador's assistant to dismiss her and approached, his slow steps unmasked and echoing in the quiet space. There was much that the two of them needed to discuss now but he wasn't certain where to begin when the formerly vibrant and demanding eccentric was still reeling from loss. He wondered for the first time if he should have suggested Amadeus send someone else. But it was too late for that now.
"...I apologize for the intrusion. But the Sheriff sent me. And I will need your insight to properly investigate," he said in an even but quiet tone, stopping by Ash's side and looking down at him, waiting to see if the other man would meet his gaze.