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Molly couldn't help but laugh at the memory. "The warden had told him he'd need something other than a gun, and he decided on a sword he could barely swing!" The planeswalker had found that hilarious. Still, she looked around the scene and sighed, then went through the backpack. "Looks like he went shopping earlier. Weird items though. Know of any spell that uses lemons, salt, and fire?" She looked it over. "Because he has a store receipt, and those items here. Though the fire is in the form of matches, of course." She looked through it some more, and pulled out the note pad, slowly flipping though the note pad, hoping that something might be written inside it. You never knew.

Sometimes evidence was that easy. Mostly, it wasn't. Either way, they had research to do for this case already.