Climbing back through the window of the inn he was staying in, Alonzo very quickly closed the door and shut the curtains. Breathing heavily he shed himself of his cloak and shirt, going over to a basin of water to begin to wash himself off.

Suddenly, froze upon hearing someone clear his throat, and he slowly turned to face Stanley, who had been waiting for him in his room.

“Eager to wash this blood off are we?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

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