Klautz eyes traveled across the room. The bloodstain on the bed was getting larger and larger as blood tickled across her neck. It proved how fresh the injury was. But Klautz didn't dare touch any of it. There was no point in calling for trouble.
"Verona, can you call for guards? We need to inform them of the murder," Klautz asked in a soothing tone. A sad smile formed on his lips portraying an emotion he had long forgot.
Klautz was sure that the guards would sense the smell of blood sooner or later and wasn't really concerned about their arrival. More than anything he wanted Verona to move away from the scene. The longer she was staying in the room the paler her face got.
Verona nodded.
"Okay," she whispered, not sure if any other response would have been right.
Pulling clothes from her inventory, she got inside them down followed by storming off the room.
Klautz sighed as he watched her go. His attention turned to the fresh dead.
