"What now?" an inquisitive tone echoed around what seemed a bed chamber.
"Well, let me see," Soph, Staxius, and the Duke watched the sunken body of Greta, "-she's been damaged heavily," Staxius added, "-the temple's curse worked wonders."
"You called us here," Emri shook his head, "-I rather not waste my time on someone worthless to the dukedom."
"Father," Soph interjected, "-this is the mother we're talking about. Can you not spare a moment's sympathy?"
"For you and her?" he narrowed his eyes, "-what about me, you carefreely send the curse my way."
"Alright, enough," Staxius interjected, "-there's no need for such frivolities. Both parties have been hurt. I called you here for one purpose," he placed his hand over Greta's wrinkled forehead, "-what is the plan going forward?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I see," the duke nodded, "-we might have to give out her body to the monsters."
