A cloaked figured steps forward from the masses, and halts the town from their inaudible mutterings. "People of Solomonia, our king is dead. Two innocents have been murdered. Do any of you care?", the town stare at their feet, but the man continues undeterred, "How do you expect to find an assassin without accusing anybody? Do you really feel that somebody would crack under timid accusations in which 8 people are named? They don't even have to defend themselves from it. That's not pressure. That's not anything.
"From what i see, not one person has made a solid effort to prove that their feelings about ONE person should be trusted by others." He looks around to see some stirring. "We need conflict, people, without that, NOBODY WILL CRACK. You're not conducting a thorough search, people are standing in the shadows and not even being accused of being an assassin for it. What kind of town are you? For the pride of our kingdom, for the pride of our people, for the kids, damnit, THE KIDS, we must unite, and root out these evil. Or our loyal king shall have died for nothing."
And like that, he's gone.