62 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured]

[Since horses rather require daily care, and being let out of their stalls either to graze or run about to stay healthy, this is generally the first place he visits after breakfast or lunch, depending on prior committments. He's come to recognize every single animal within the stall, and which stall should not be empty.

So the sight of a stall door

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[isthenight]

[ Oh, look, it's a Bruce lurking about and looking grim. ]

And so it begins.

[excalibured]

[Don't lurk when there are creepsters afoot! He glares slightly, but he's going to remain polite]

What begins, exactly?

[isthenight]

Whatever the castle has planned for us. A tree covered in human blood cold have been a scare tactic. Now, though? There's definitely something coming.

[excalibured]

There is always something coming, with this place.

So you have nothing insightful to add?

[isthenight]

As of right this moment? No. Once I've gotten a look at the corpses? Maybe.

[ And he's pulling latex gloves out of a pocket and is going to go examine stuff ]

[excalibured]

...Do not disturb them greatly.

[Respect for the dead counts for animals too ;; Also, he's sure there's plenty others who want to see the evidence that might be found, and the more heads on this the better]

[isthenight]

I'll try not to.

At some point, though, they should be moved. Probably scanned as well, in lieu of an autopsy, to see if there's anything other than the slit throats that could have been part of the ritual.

[excalibured]

Of course. We cannot leave the there. They will be laid to rest in time, as well. Simply, as many as can do something with the information, should see it as it is.

[isthenight]

Mmn. [ Sorry, Arthur, he's focused on poking at the wounds to see if hee can figure out what made them. ]