She called the others over. Trace was particularly interested in the blood. “Bah bah bah,” she whispered. “No body, obviously. Taken for necromancy, no doubt. Shame.” She looked up the cliff and made a few awkward flailing motions that Bitterroot guessed help her imagine the fall. “No brains, so she didn’t land on her head, thank Celestia. And you mentioned gunsmoke?” She sniffed. “Ah, yes, I can smell it. You didn’t think Amanita had a firearm, right, Artemis?”