There was only little noise in reply, animals moaning out in pained state on the floor and waiting in their corral fearfully, and the rattling of chain somewhere. The already butchered animals hanging high, one of them recently cut it seemed, dripping blood from its slashed throat.<br/><br/>It was then that Tehr came to spot the dwarven man. Standing before the blood red wall it was hard to see how he might have been missed at first, except the whole man was soaked in it. That measure of blood was not splatter, he had to have been laying in it, or bathing in it. A blade in each hand he flashed a grin at Tehr.<br/><br/>"You came to pray for the Blood God? To offer your worthless flesh as his vessel?" He began to approach. Drawing the left knife's dull back against his other arm and grinning. The other hand there grasping tight on a knife that was causing sparks as he struck it down along a metal chain, maddened cackling laughter leaving the dwarf's mouth.<br/><br/>His beard was soaked in blood, thrown to hang over his apron, a sopping, sticky mess.