The spell had a wave rushing out of Tehr in a strange way, reaching out, before rebounding on something at the alley, leading ahead. Outside, the thief's blood had spilled to a few places, but following the path, Tehr could find a gruesome sight in another alley. Torn leather, shred apart, blood like from butchering an animal. The thief had barely got four hundred feet away, barely an escape, before something had torn the thief apart.<br/><br/>It was certainly nothing human at least. That kind of violence and savagery did not come from a human weapon, nor elven or dwarven one. It took either a strange beast, or magic. Nonetheless, the bloodied outfit was found at the very least, and with it, the remnants of the thief.<br/><br/>There lay a short sword at the thief's side, and a wrapped up scroll with thieve's tools inside. In his jacket's remnants a battered wooden box with a lock on it, but no key found on the man, a ripped-open pouch of coins, but the coins scattered in the bloody remnants of the man.