Francis
Ten days. Ten days until she had to return to the Alchemist for that awful potion. The taste continued to linger on her tongue, annoying her to a great extent but she was forced to ignore it as she pushed herself through the thick layers of snow. The frozen air bit harshly at her skin, causing the light pink shade of her skin to turn a blue hue. Usually Cecilia would have made it so they were travelling in her wolf form, but Toula didn't see the point in doing so. It would only make their situation difficult when she had to shift back into a human as she would be nude in the cruel winter snow. Sure she wouldn't die from hypothermia, it didn't mean she wouldn't pass out and leave herself vulnerable to any passing human or animal. 

Toula was currently covered in a thick robe which didn't compete will with the weather as the snow began to soak through the material, causing it to lose any warmth it was possible of containing whilst also growing heavy. She was growing annoyed, she should have stolen a horse when she passed through the multiple kingdoms but no, she thought she would be capable of doing this on her own. 

A blood curdling scream broke her attention from her inner thoughts, her head immediately snapping towards the source of the noise. Toula pinched her eyes closer together as she squinted through the snow, sighting a house not too far from her though it could have easily been missed as it had been covered in multiple layers of snow. Her chapped lips pursed together, deciding whether it was worth checking out what brought on the scream. Deciding that possible shelter was worth it, Toula forced herself towards the scream of terror which had died down significantly until there was once again, nothing but howling of the wind.

The first thing she noticed as she neared the small building was the hole in the door. It probably meant that this was a home invasion, or maybe someone needed shelter and hadn't expected someone to be home so they attempted to break in. It would explain the scream she had heard. Once she was closer, Toula could smell the blood almost the moment she saw the blood trail. It wasn't possible for her to have sensed it earlier as the winds had carried the scent in the opposite direction of her. She knew others would have left or attempted to save the person once they had seen what she had but Toula on the other hand, was intrigued by what could have lead up to this. Death interested her greatly, especially when she wasn't the cause of it. 

Placing her hands against the door, she barely had to push as the doorframe had been damaged and opened without effort. The wind caused the door to slam against the wall inside, almost tearing it from the hinges as it did so. She stood in the middle of the entryway, staring at the only breathing man in the house with a small smirk playing on her lips. "Someone is enjoying themselves."
Karen
Godfrey dragged the body toward the low firepit in the middle of the house. He closed the door to the house and immediately pulled out his knife. It was a wicked blade, one which was specially made and sharpened for cutting flesh in a very fine way. Godfrey ambled over to the body of Dolf and gazed at the fleshy exterior with a gloating expression.

He took in how, even though poorly fed like any other prole in this time, how muscular Dolf was. Every farmer, which meant most of the population, had strong legs and fine muscles that were constantly beaten due to the rough lifestyle. Dolf smelt wretched from days going unwashed, maybe even months. The stench of decay was a fragrant smell for Godfrey, so he did not flinch in the slightest.

He took the knife slowly and pulled it across the poor fabrics of Dolf's clothes. The blade made a satisfying sound as it slid easily, and within moments a naked body was in front of Godfrey. Now the blade sunk into skin, then into flesh, the duty of forged steel being executed. Godfrey felt nothing as he began opening the cavity of the body.

It was just then that the door slammed open and Godfrey was caught by surprise. He stumbled back with a startled gasp and almost fell upon his rear end. His old body was stiffy and clumsy, yet the blade gave any sense of innocence away. The body was a revolting sight, and would've bought Godfrey the death sentence before the law.

He stood ready and rotated the blade towards the hidden embrace of his robe's loose sleeve. His other hand became a fist, one which would hold something horrifying if he were to be attacked.

"Who is it that wanders the harsh colds and finds me alone?" He asked, his voice old.
Francis
Toula did nothing but cock her head to the side as the old man stood before her. How he was able to create the mess in front of her? She didn't have a clue. He would have had to attack the man by surprise in her eyes, though what he planned on doing with the body rendered her clueless. Stepping inside, Toula didn't make a sound as she brought herself towards a wooden chair which to her luck, had not been far from the door and carried it back to where she had entered. Closing the wooden slab against the frame, she tilted the chair under the handle so it would not unexpectedly slam open. It looked ridiculous in her eyes but it sufficed as a considering there was a hole in the middle, but it would suffice as a barrier against the harsh winds. 

Turning back to face the man she had ignored whilst dealing with the door, Toula eyed the bloody man over and studied his appearance. It didn't go unknown to her that he had been holding something in one of his hands as it had been closed into a fist. She could care less what he was doing with his other hand as she doubted he would be the type to carry such with him besides in coin. "The name is Toula." She began. "You do realize how much of an idiotic move it was to let him scream the way he did for so long?" 

Her eyes lowered until they reached the corpse that laid mutilated on the ground. When she had walked in unexpectedly, she remembered the way he hand been hunched over the body, carving into it. "So buddy, what were you doing with the dead guy?"
Karen
Godfrey stared at her with his eyes that gave no hints of his inner machinations, as normal human eyes would do. He straightened as much as his old, hunched back allowed and lowered his arms a bit. Godfrey expected to be attacked, so he only relaxed in small margins. His expression changed at the sound of her name but then changed in a more negative manner at the insult of his decisions.

To her, it seemed most likely that he was an old, decrepit man, a senile murderer with no motives except for the kill. His eyes were grey and appeared soulless, many teeth from his mouth were rotten or simply gone, and his skin was old and baggy. His joints and bones were stiff, and he was shorter than her. His robes were covered in a bit of blood, yet they seemed already soaked and stained so it did not a thing.

He smiled a smile which showed off his teeth, and he had to stop himself from chuckling.

"Oh, no, no. We were doing so well. Polite conversation, exchange of names, and then you make a poor remark and use it as a feeble base to segue into your questions. Tsk. Tsk." He said, shaking his head slightly.

He knelt before the corpse and examined it again, looking up at her shortly after.

"I am Godfrey, and my intentions are not given upon any caprice."
Francis
Toula had to keep her upper lips curl in disgust as the man smiled towards her. She was not shy in showing her distaste in his features, especially towards his toothy grin. Raising her arms towards her shoulders, Toula peeled the drenched robe from her back before throwing it over one of her arms. Underneath, she'd been wearing a simple shirt and pants she had taken off some peasant who hadn't been fortunate to survive her company a while back along with the robe. 

"Could you blame me Godfrey for the questions? It isn't every day I come across an old man hunched over a recently murdered corpse." She replied with a deep sigh whilst slowly making her way towards him. She showed no intent to harm the man as her destination was merely the fireplace. The shifter was careful though to step around the body. 

"It's bloody freezing outside."

She placed the robe over a poorly made wooden desk, making sure it was in the direction of the heat from the fireplace but not close enough to set alight. After doing so, Toula lowered her gaze towards the crouched man and the corpse, observing the wound on his head. It was obvious how this man died and she was clearly impressed by it. 

"It's a shame he's only a poor farmer, there's nothing worth stealing here."
Karen
Godfrey looked at her cautiously for a bit, but not with normal caution. No. Others had caution to defend themselves, but Godfrey had caution to be one step ahead. It wasn't that he was a warrior or anything, he just desired supply. He relaxed entirely as he shuffled over to the side of the body, sliding the flat side of the knife across the skin.

"A thief? How absurd that I find myself questioning who goes there in the snow when I could've guessed. He has plenty of treasure, you just have to perceive them." Godfrey said.

Godfrey was slow and selective at where he chose to cut. The blade slide from the bottom of the body's neck. It slid, and slid, as if it were bloody butter, and came down to the bottom of the stomach. With fingers that were dirty, Godfrey pried open the body and dug in. Flesh, meat, bone, ligaments, blood, all of it made a wretched noise. It was a noise that was squishy and continued to be quite audible as Godfrey dug.

Once he was done, Godfrey carried out more tasks with the knife. He began to cut inside the body, severing vessels and other attaching parts of the anatomy. He was not some clumsy novice, he was a master, and he knew the anatomy like the back of his hand.

"You've not attacked me, that is strange," Godfrey remarked.