Mithra crouched on his heals just a touch back from the body, his two great bronze blades sheathed over his shoulders.<br/><br/>He nodded, "An equally disturbing question in the same vein," he added, "even if this poor soul was the target of the knife, was she the target of the vendetta?  Or is someone targeting another so crudely as too go through that person's loved ones first?"<br/><br/>He called his manservant over and handed the sheathed swords back too him.  "Redo the peace bonds, but stay close," he ordered.<br/><br/><em>OOC: Are we the closest kin to Niassa?  Or should someone else come for her remains at this time?</em>