Well, onto the scene of the most recent related murder.
Aveline rolls into Andelusia like she normally does, and ignores the glares and nasty comments the locals make as she drives to the scene. Once she gets out, two things strike her immediately:
The body has been removed, but the scene has not been cleaned up
There's really no point in cleaning up
The position of the body is rather crudely marked in an outline of smeared horse shit and an indent in the mud. there's more scrapes around it, which could have been the assailants, the guards, or other people passing by, but one thing she finds as she looks closer is blood: lots of it. Almost as if getting this victim to bleed was their goal or something.
As Aveline looks closer at the blood spray patterns, she finds a lot of gouges, as bright of tan as the day the tree was cut down, in stark contrast to the gray exterior, and they're at the origins of the blood trails. Aveline takes out her phone and Leatherman Wave to take pictures of the gashes with some limited measurements and context.
"Holy shit, these assholes aren't fuckin' around!" Aveline says. About two thirds of the gashes, which seem like the ones from the assailants, are rather wide and deep. The other third, likely from the victim, aren't as deep, but certainly longer. If she had to guess, the assailants, since this much violence is only possible with a group of people, were wielding heavy axes, likely two-handed. and the victim was using a longsword for defense, and from the blood patterns, got in a couple good wounds.
Next stop: whomever processes dead bodies here.