His pulse finally came back to normal, and Allereun could see those beasts as what they were: stacks of meat. Slowly, he got out of the hole in the wall, and brought out the torch with him as he walked up towards them. They were piled up in the doorway, almost blocking the way out, but the apothecary steeled his senses and stepped on them, jumping out into the brightening night. The battle outside, it seemed, had similarly been settled. No injuries on anyone, so that was good. It appeared that there was no betrayal from that female stranger as well, and that, of all the things they were concerned about, it was cleaning their weapons.

Well, it wouldn't do to be in a state of constant alertness, would it?

Focusing on the corpses, Allereun stepped up towards one of them and placed one hand onto its wounds. Was it cold? Was it warm? It didn't seem like its blood was 'fresh', and there were still so many oddities present there. Well, whatever.

[b]“There was a sixth monster,”[/b] Allereun told Lyrisa, [b]“So I don't believe your mission is quite complete, but this is a good catch, nonetheless. Good fighting, everyone. And Fiore, just wipe the blood off onto your shirt, if you're worried about the state of your blade.”[/b]

It was a joke, probably, but Allereun had his dead-pan expression on once more, as he continued, [b]“And can someone help me roll this corpse so it's facing upwards? I would like to slice it up while I can, seeing how we'd be unable to simply bring one of these dead bodies back with us.”[/b]