The investigation took an unexpected
turn when the
first corpse appeared.
It was a necromancer.
He was alive.
But technically, he was also a corpse.
Magical laws are complex.
We found him
hanging upside
down from a
statue while
screaming:
POTATOES
LIE!
What’s going on?
They are
conspiring!
Who is?
The potatoes!
Right.
They have
infiltrated
the city
council!
The goat took notes.
That's exactly what
an infiltrated
potato would say.
It makes sense.
It doesn’t
make sense.
By dawn we had uncovered a
criminal network.
Or at least, we thought we had.