Delgar cleaned his sword on one of the soldiers cloaks, leaving blood on the blade corrodes the steel after a while, before he sheathed it again.<br/><br/>He turned his head as he saw Tamara walk out of the kitchen, shaking his head slightly.<br/>"Her neck must have snapped when she crashed into the counter", he said dryly.<br/><br/>He stood up again, taking a good look at the young woman, really studying her for the first time now. She wasn't too ugly he thought. Her brown hair disorderly hang from her head, framing her dark eyes which still seemed to glister with tears. Or maybe again, seeing her former mistress on the ground. Or was it maybe her mother? He did not know.<br/>Where she had tried to wipe the tears away, blood was smeared on her face now.<br/>Yes, he thought she could actually be pretty in a way if she tried.<br/><br/>He put a finger under her chin, lifting it gently up a bit "It's over now, little girl. What is your name?"<br/>