Halkas' Enigma

The two half-orcs gazed in shock upon the scene in the small apartment.  Not ten minutes before, they had escorted their newfound companion, Halkas, a halfling wizard of moderate talents, to his rooms to retrieve a few books, letters, and clothes before leaving the bustling city of Kahlen.  Now, Halkas, his face gone white, stood within the threshold of his place, gazing upon a corpse, lying on the wooden floor, dead from a single rapier thrust.  One of his companions, Ilph, recognized the tell-tale insignia of the local rogues guild on the body while the other, Isaac, tried to process the scene.      “Well, Halkas, I thought someone of your talents would have at least closed the door,” came a quiet voice from behind the trio, startling them more than finding the dead man.  They whirled to find a hooded woman, clad in black leathers, with several daggers in her belt, gazing dubiously at the young halfling. “Not to mention, I expected you would have managed this bit of business days ago