The price of sweets (Iswel)

[Kender Bard]

Maika screamed, high and agonizing. In her death throes, she thought, with panic, my baby!

Her hands clutched the wound, trying to hold it all in. But she fell limply to her knees, and very quickly bled out.

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Michael stayed long enough to watch her, and listen - it was rather beautiful in its own way - before finding the exit and slipping out before the guards got even close, melding back into the crowd, hands tucked into his coat.

He would have to shower later...

[Kender Bard]

The guard went to the building indicated, taking the lead. He stood in the doorway and stopped short, almost stumbling. Reaching back, he tried to ensure that Iswel wouldn't enter the room. "Don't go in there," he said firmly, trying to block the view of Maika's disemboweled corpse.

[alex]

Almost tripping over the furniture, Iswel followed the guard into the house. As the bigger man stopped, the boy bumped into his back. Taking several steps backwards, Iswel tried to look around the guard, but didn't quite managed to.

"W-what... is she ok-kay? Are t-they t-there?" He looked up at the man, eyes red and tears falling onto his clothes and the floor.

[Kender Bard]

The guard turned and firmly steered Iswel away from the door, heading off to find some more of his guards. He had to hunt them down - they seemed to have moved on. He kept an eye out for who the killer could be, but in this madness, that could be anyone really.

"Was she related to you?" he asked Iswel as he scanned the crowds. The kid might be an orphan now. That would need taking care of.

[alex]

"Ye... no," Iswel shook his head slowly. He didn't even bother wiping the tears away. For some reason, the guard didn't let him into the room... and now he was referring to her in a past tense... The tears only flowed faster as the thoughts connected. "She... she... is she..."

[Kender Bard]

The guard's hand gently squeezed the boy's shoulder. If she wasn't related, then she was likely a friend or perhaps looked after him. Something to that affect. "Yes," he replied, glancing down. "I'm sorry boy. But these are dangerous hours. I will try to find her killer but many are running about - do you have family? Somewhere safe to go?"