He didn't stick around to answer Duncan or Jordan, though he could hear her ranting from behind him. He kicked a little at the kitchen door before it would open again, something behind it having fallen in the way- probably more kitchen equipment. As the temperature dropped it started to stink. It wasn't the first time he'd come across such a scene, unfortunately, so he ignored it and moved back in towards where the body lay.
"I never took you for a stupid man," Nadir sighed as he crouched down. Blood soaked into the ice on the floor and was starting to melt it faster than the warming air. He found his knife beside the body where Ezra had left it and used a section of unbloodied cloth from the man's tunic to wipe it clean. He'd have to do a better job later, once he returned to Ezra's place.
His place, now.
He looked up to see Jordan in the doorframe, and he didn't try to hide the body from her, didn't deny anything that had happened or try to make excuses for Ezra or for Rhys. He reached out and shut the Spenta's eyes, then took out his sword again. Without a word he thrust it into the mauled stomach and called fire once more into his blade.
Once the body and all the flammable bits of cloth and armour had been burned away, short work for a magic user, he stood and wiped the blade clean and looked back to Jordan.
"I'll walk you home," he said. It wasn't a question, it wasn't even really an order. He had nothing to talk to her about on the way back, he didn't want anything from her. But he owed Rhys that much. It was the least he could do.
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"I never took you for a stupid man," Nadir sighed as he crouched down. Blood soaked into the ice on the floor and was starting to melt it faster than the warming air. He found his knife beside the body where Ezra had left it and used a section of unbloodied cloth from the man's tunic to wipe it clean. He'd have to do a better job later, once he returned to Ezra's place.
His place, now.
He looked up to see Jordan in the doorframe, and he didn't try to hide the body from her, didn't deny anything that had happened or try to make excuses for Ezra or for Rhys. He reached out and shut the Spenta's eyes, then took out his sword again. Without a word he thrust it into the mauled stomach and called fire once more into his blade.
Once the body and all the flammable bits of cloth and armour had been burned away, short work for a magic user, he stood and wiped the blade clean and looked back to Jordan.
"I'll walk you home," he said. It wasn't a question, it wasn't even really an order. He had nothing to talk to her about on the way back, he didn't want anything from her. But he owed Rhys that much. It was the least he could do.