The blood on her hands seemed to have changed the very colour of her flesh itself, she sat for only moments taking it all in before taking the wash bowl and placing it in the center of the room. She calmly washed her hands, her eyes draping over the four bodies nailed and butchered around her, They were being attacked heavily, in such a short ammount of time, and yet no retaliation, were they organising an army? building allies? Drying her hands on Narveens shirt, the remaining patch not soaked with her lifeforce, the woman left the small little home, the front door abandoned, wide open.
No sooner had she entered the dark, barely lamp lit street, she was bombarded with the thoughts of another, as soon as they had registered, she pictured the little impish smile of her halfling associate. "Finished up here, how about you?" He was asking.
Sending her own thoughts back along the telepathic link she shared with all her order, she replied "All done here, Check in on the others will you? it strikes me odd we've met no resistance, I'm going to go check into any rumours that might be lingering in the town... why they seem to be taking this personal affront lying down? perhaps they've moved on and death can slowly soak into the streets here, instead of their happy ray of hope."
The telepathic link severed, The woman uttered the words "candushiqahz" as grey mists swirl up around her feet, consuming her body, as the haze finally dissapated the street stood empty. Materialising instantly outside the Market square pub, she entered the building, and assended the stairs.
