Leaving the burly labourer and his determinative hairy footed friend to their looting the other companions stepped through the door to see how Wanda was coping with the bosses muscle.
Inside an anti-room adorned with implements of pain and enforcement Wanda stood over the large man, tied up with his own belt. He was just waking from what appeared to be a short sleep, groggy and disorientated. Wanda appeared to have little to say, perhaps the ordeal was getting to her. Ahead the a doorway stood open into a well appointed room. A headless body lay in the centre of this room blood making sodden the expensive rug on the floor.