Warm copper tainted the air Moras breathed. Warmth seeped through the sole of his soft leather boots. Looking down Moras watched red pooling around his feet. Without another thought he walked out of the room, as if he was walking down a hallway in his own home. A small child emerged from the latrine as Moras passed, wordlessly down the hall. The little boy followed him a few feet before looking down and seeing the bloody footprints Moras was leaving behind. Moras could hear the child's cries echoing through the peristyle, as he swung himself up onto the roof and clumsily dragged himself over the apex and down the other side.
The inn seemed to be days away as he stumbled through the streets. Coming to the front door of the inn, Moras found it bolted. Alica was the one who answered his poun
