As a gnome, you see a lot of gears. But this is the first time you've seen them tattooed on a human's dead hand. Your name is Twilber Torquewrench. You came into this place called Westfall recently and started sprucing it up. Rolling around in your tank is still an impressive sight, but people have gotten used to solving their problems efficiently, if in a way that smells a bit of diesel. You didn't sign up to investigate a murder, but when a human investigator who doesn't even own a gnomish camera tells you he has everything under control, you have to defend the reputation of gnomanity by photographing the clues. "Here's a spare camera, Laine," you say, generously handing him a spare camera so he can do better next time as you roll back to Sentinel Hill, the one fortification in the land. You're reading a note you found about "rebirth" as Westfall's Marshal, one Stoutmantle, eyes your freshly-developed photographs grimly, as is his wont. "This was the mark of the Defias Brotherhood," he informs you. "Nearly everyone in Westfall either was Defias once or hates their guts. If the woman was a Defias initiate, the murder of her and her husband tells us little. But our kingdom of Stormwind—" here you cough politely, because it's not your kingdom, just his "—has sent an agent to investigate. Kearnen can be found near Mortwake's Tower, southeast of here. Get going, Twilber."
The nerve. You could just go due south and check out what's there yourself without Kearnen. Of course, what could it hurt to ignore the Marshal's rudeness and say hi to Kearnen anyway?