Blinks profusely...
"How do I approach this matter?" He looks into the empty distant space as the recollection, on how he had seen his man lay lifelessly on the ground, came in a flash. And with it, the female last to have an encounter with him. The female who went loonie, a few moments back, upon seeing a castle guard.
"How can I?"
Wesley had seen the dead man, stabbed in the neck, by something that was small enough to be called a knife. But if willing enough to fit in the pieces, and sufficiently being cruelly honest to himself, a dagger.
The manner in which she attacked the guard who already had it in mind that it is over for him, as someone deprived of sunlight, and he being the only source of it... And as someone who held the answers to probably all that she seeks, would she not
