Returning form an expedition to the wastelands, the shadow warrior brings a tribute to the Tinnarai house spider. Leaving several fat squirrels for it to feast upon, He is drawn towards the cells by an oppressive odor wafting from within.

His eye's narrow at the sight of the putrefying body pinned to the back wall of the cell by far too many arrows. With a grunt and exclamation of annoyance he enters the cell and grabs a wrist, popping the body off the wall. "This just won't do." He mumbles, "Who left this mess?" He plucks out the arrows and casts a considering glance about the area. "Hmmm, dragging it will make more of a mess...." And with that he produces a scroll and reads it over the body.

As the eyes open, he commands, "Dos is a mess, this cell is a mess, get it cleaned up and do naut let anyone catch dos lingering." The warrior pauses, then adds, "And close the door when dos leaves, anyone could just walk right in, security first, xas?"

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Thine taste in horrid footwear not withstanding, I did not say that thou were in fact an idiot, I merely implied that such things were self evident.

-Krrja