The Bloody Reasons…
Once I was past the foyer, I could smell it. Blood…
It was coming from the cloister.
Opening the door…
…there was no mistaking the work of the assassin. Aed had signed his destruction. Algiz, protection; Hagalaz, uncontrolled forces.
Turning right, I bypassed the blood and walked until I could see him. He was out in the snow, nude, absorbing the sunshine and the nourishment he had drained.
Waving at me, I waved back, took off his cloak and left it on the banister for him to wear inside.
His boots by my fire…yes…take me by the fire…please…please yes please…
