Saturday, 10 November 2012
Kirsten looks around.
"What a waste." Kirsten observed, shaking her head sadly and eying up the now ruined rug. "That would have fetched a fair price in Altdorf." Or, better still, it would have looked great in her parent's rough hovel, hidden in the town's alleyways and byways, out of sight of visiting merchants.
At that, she placed a hand on Wand'a shoulder, squeezing gently in a show of support and gender solidarity.
"Well done Wanda. Well done."
She stood slightly back from the headless corpse, her eyes surveying the whole room and occasionally hissing at someone who obstructed her view.
"Try to stand still for a bit would you, and don't touch anything till I'm done. I'm trying to figure out what happened here. Beyond the obvious, I mean."