There's a pause, at his question, before the reply comes.<em>No. Seems to be a poison. Magical in nature, affects the mind.</em><br/><br/>The sphinxes glare at him, for telling them to abandon him. "Fine, but we'll stay close so we can watch you, in case you get into trouble."<br/><br/>The bodies<em>do</em>look to be all men, all lying in bed. It's hard to tell what, exactly, killed them; they've been dead for close to a week, now, so there isn't much left to look at.<br/><br/>From the roof, he can see the surrounding town, with about sixty or so women, in various disheveled states of undress, milling around the base of the inn.