A man stepped aside without a word, revealing an all too familiar corpse, surrounded by a dozen onlookers. A Fang's leader was examining the wound with an air of quiet resignation. The ship's medic was assisting him, although the soldier had probably seen more wounds in his career.<br/>Men were talking nervously.<br/>"First Squalor and the rest, now this guy...I don't know what is after us!"<br/>"This looks like the work of a really strong man, with an axe..."<br/>The Fang's leader rose.<br/>"Shut up! Remember you are soldiers of the Empire! I will report to the captain immediately, but I'm sure you can start preparing your own reports for the last three hours. It will be better if you can prove it, too! My men will look the whole ship, looking for the weapon of this foul murder! Call a monk to send his soul to its reincarnation and take care of the body with the lower soul! Now begone, all of you!"<br/>His orders are carried out without questions or delay.