Painter at work

Lewis sighed. The death of a member wasn't a good sign.

"I told him to scout. Who knows what mess he made this time." Lewis rubbed his wrinkled forehead in annoyance. "Did you find any signs of what might have caused his death?"

"His own sword was impaled on his chest and the woman too was badly injured..."

Lewis nodded. It was then that Byron appeared and joined the fray. Seeing the distraught faces of everyone he could only raise his brows. But he chose to ignore it. He had something which was probably more important to discuss.

"Lewis got the news, found three of them at 9. There were two girls and one man. Seemed like they had just fought off a pack."

Lewis nodded.

"Good work. At least someone is doing his work properly."