The monk's pressing caused the dwarven man to hesitate at that time, her presence seeming to have an effect on the looter. He paused to hear her out when she spoke, nodding his head a little at her words there. Seeming to think it a fair trade for the iron he had taken, the dwarven man set his bag down then sighing. Standing straight, he faced the monk a couple steps higher, speaking seriously.<br/><br/>"There was a fight here, the attacking mercenaries came this way, putting everyone to the blade or bolt. Everyone except a stranger upstairs. Some cleric fellow I think, wearing a chain like what I've seen on holy symbols, but the symbol missing. He's been stabbed several times up close. Slashed across the neck. There's this one thing. His blood has been used to draw a circle, and within it, the sigils for summoning. As well as a single nasty piece of work." Looking at the woman seriously the dwarf shivered. "You'll be free to look yourself, its on top floor. Someone burned incense, drew a summoning circle with fresh blood from a butchered priest, and then left behind some drawing about a stone on a pedestal, another image of two hands on it, and final image of shrapnels. Then there was the sight of... well, whoever did it was one sick puppy."