10th Spring 517 AV
Mid-Morning
Mid-Morning
Fallon smoothed out the collar of her shirt, a small tilt of the head as she inspected herself in the reflection. A small tug of the hair, fingers tying it back neatly, a last moment arrangement of the self. The fingers then moved to her cuffs, checking the buttons before moving to the rest of her clothing. Everything was moved into place, the doublet bringing everything together, the belt sitting upon her waist with the usual arrangements that hung from it. There was a deep, careful inhale to set and cool the bubbling nerves that lingered beneath. Her eyes gave a turn downwards, looking to the boots and the scuffmarks that she had worked out, the quite repeating of words in her mind.
It was through invitation that she was at the University in this instance, one that she was not prepared for but one never the less she answered. She had no reason not to, if anything it allowed her an excuse to not take on any more cases - far too busy passing on whatever information an experiences down to others. Students, those who had questions, those who wanted to know more all within a field she had come to specialise in - Investigation. She was the inspector of the Scarred Wolf Investigations and despite its closing state she still had somehow managed to scratch out some form of a reputation.
Why else would she be here otherwise?
She gave a small glance down to her notebook, gloved fingers drumming along the spine. The corridor before the classroom was empty, the quiet mumbling of lectures going on behind closed doors. The other side was smothered with small, narrow windows, allowing her to peer out into the university grounds. A lick of the lips, she heard the clunk of the door behind her the soft voice of the professor luring out from behind the door. Coughing, she spied the incline of the head in gesture, "Inspector Skylar, if you will? The class is ready for your... guest speaking?"
Was there hesitation there? She gave a curl of the lips, a small charming smile to push away the resting stony expression. Flash of white, a single step closer and closing the gap. Chuckling, mainly to chase away her own bubbling nerves, she waved him aside, "Ready as always professor. Thank you again for the invitation. Not sure what I can do, but never the less..."
A final shrug, she entered the class room. Back straight, her gaze immediately moved to survey the room. Small, a dozen or so faces at their desks, some slumped, others leaning back in their chairs. Her gaze shifted to the chalk board - noting her name had been scrawled in the corner-, a desk where the tutor would sit and a few other chairs up against the wall. She placed her own notebook down then, flipping it open to a page of notes, mind now attentive to the class.
"Good Morning!" a clear annunciation of the words, she moved to the chalk board and picked up a piece of chalk. It was there that she wrote the word Investigation upon the board, "As you should know, I am inspector Fallon Skylar of the Scarred Wolf Investigations. And you're all here... to, well learn. Today's subject is on Crime Scenes." It was underneath that she continue to write - Crime Scene Investigation. With that she lowered the chalk, turning and pivoting on her heel to face them. She watched a few sit up, at least feigning some attention for now, "Of course, such can be used beyond the investigation of crimes - surveying, understanding the situation or stage which is presented before you. Crime is merely a word used to give an idea of context. Evidence in many a forms, from the seeming discarded to the subtle twitch upon the face of those you interview." She paused, wetting her lips, "In doing so, the picture and situation before you can be developed into a conclusion of results."
Fallon at that point addressed the class directly, "To begin with, when facing a scene what kind of clues and evidence can be gathered? What types of evidence could be left behind by a culprit?"