Plop!
A severed head suddenly fell on a table, its glazed, unfocused eyes staring forward. Before the head, a person who was scrawling on a scroll looked up at the head, and then the one who had placed it there.
"I'm handing in the head of my assassination mission," John said to the Elder with a small smile on his face.
He had recently returned to the sect, and his first stop was getting credit for his assassination mission. With this out of the way, he would be able to explore the sect for a while undisturbed.
"Get that head off my desk," the Elder replied with slight anger. "You need only show me the head, not sully my desk with its filth."
"Ah, apologies," John replied as he took the head back. He figured he would have to give it away, but visual proof was all that was needed.
'Sweet, I get to keep the blood essence as well then.'
"How did the assassination mission go? Give me the details," the Elder replied.
