Crosta Natthan insisted on accompanying us, which didn’t bother me; I really wasn’t looking forward to pushing my way past the guards. On the way over he was able to tell me about his discovery of the body, which he insisted on doing in a tone of voice that made it perfectly clear that he thought I was asking purely for effect. The warrior guarding the door moved aside at Crosta Natthan’s scowl, and we slid in through the narrow opening. Refle’s body hadn’t been removed. A carpet of flies lay thick on the corpse, leaving only for moments as we fanned at them. The room stank, even though the windows were open and two censers sent clouds of thick patchouli and pungent meryhm into the air. I raised an eyebrow. “Is there any reason that thing is still here?” Crosta Natthan sniffed into his handkerchief. “I didn’t know whether or not Lord Toshtai wanted to see it, or have it seen.” I couldn’t look away, even though I tried. Refle had been cut dozens of times, a sword slashing across his face and torso, some cuts opening his shoulder and hip to white bone.
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