"Yes, Your Majesty!" the knight squeaked out. He bowed so low that it looked as though his forehead was about to slam onto the ground.
Walking in front, the knight quickly led them to an inconspicuous little hut wedged between some of the better-known brothels in the district. He stood in front of the door, silent and patient as Atticus and Leonora dismounted from their horses.
Leonora frowned, examining the door.
It didn't look like it had been damaged. Whoever the deceased was, they probably weren't killed by Alistair. After all, the rest of the street was in tatters. Windows barely hung on the frames, glass, and wood were everywhere, and even the furniture had been scattered out into the open.
"The body is in here?" Leonora asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Yes, Your Highness," the knight replied. He pushed open the door and led them in.
