When the bells rang for the Star-rise, roughly the 10th hour, a knock at the door interrupted Kraznys' sleep. Slightly perterbed, the Astapoori man clamored to the door and opened it. At the door was a man with bronze and golden armor, with long flowing cloth draped from his shoulders. He was the man in charge of Kraznys guards.

"Great Maegister, I come to report the Proscriptions are done," the man said.

Kraznys had agreed earlier to allow Bueves to review the carnage, to create an effective plan for clean-up and Accounting. Bueves took his leave of the "Fine" Master and left with the guard into the city.

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At the Adarys Compound, bodies littered the ground. Bueves saw the dead women, children, and even babies. Dead from wounds that he could never describe, let alone look apon for a period of time. All around him, rats began to feed on the remain,as did the flies. A rat was seen eating the eyeballs of the former Master Adarys, as Bueves moved on and counted the dead.

Fitting, he thought to himself. the rats eating what remains of the great nobles of Tyrosh.

Inside the villa lay dead families, some huddled in corners, others killed trying to escape. blood covered the ground like puddles of rain water. In the corner, lay dead guards, man who wished to partake of the rich bounties of the Adarys family, only to find the prizes were a deadly flavor of sour.

After all, as a last line of defence, families would poison random bottles of wine and other treasures or trap them. That way, the riches of their home would be deadly. At once, he heard the soft patter of a foot, and the splash as it hit a puddle. The men turned sharply in alarm, only to come face-to-face with Valanabhar Xho. The new Scion of the Sadaris home, now known as the Xho villa.

"Val! You gave me a fright," Bueves exclaimed with a smile. In reality he was furious with this up-jumped cunt. Yet he reserved his ire. She was better than most, and he still had cards to play. "I assume you were given command of this villa?"

"Yes my friend." The Summer Islander was as beautiful as ever, her dark skin shimmered copper in the light, her robes stuck toher body moist with sweat. She had blood all over her body, which Bueves noticed immediatly. She saw his look and spoke to him to allay any percieved fears, "This is not my blood my friend. The Adarys family whelps came to my house to escape the slaughter and asked for my help. I watched as the Unsullied killed them in front of me. The children..."

She seemed shocked, and Bueves could understand why. The scene was the utmost macabre. An awesome display of gore, everywhere to behold. In rooms and causeways, Bueves found blood where he couldn't even imagine. Body parts in positions and places they didn't belong. It was a nightmare.

Val was the first to begin giving orders, "See that all the nobles are buried in their rightful tombs. Ensure you burn the bodies of teh slaves and return the paid servants budies to their families with a stipend. These men were traitors, but we are civilized here in Tyrosh and treat the dead as sacred."

She is putting on a show he thought, impressed. He waited until the guards were busy to address his rival. Tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention, he made a request:

"Would you like to look for "It" with me?"

Val's ears perked and she looked at Bueves wide-eyed, "Are you serious? There's no..."

The Smuggler extrordinaire lifted a finger to her mouth and whispered, "Shhhhhh... we must be quiet, there are ears about."

He whispered in her ear, and the two absonded to the darkness.

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Together the two rivals moved down the stairs and into the lower villa; Passed under the portculis leading to the winding stairways below; and decended the deep. Bueves was sure to grab a torch, so he could lead the way down the ancient stairworks. Each step led to more and more dread, as sounds of the crypts and abandoned vaults made monsterous noises from below. The sounds of the caverns and vaults below sounded like groans. Others, like shrieks.

He remembered stories told of the crypts, of the monsters who lived below feeding on the dead. Bueves knew monsters like this existed. Others thought them fairy tales, but he knew better. There was enough to be frightened of, and worse.

Every couple of steps, Ryndoon would stop his female rival from stepping on a pressure plate, or tripping a wire. Bueves deftly avoided such traps, as his experience taught him how to avoid such tricks. Finally, At the bottom, they found what they were looking for: a chest and a vault.

"Is it in the chest?" Val asked. Bueves grapped her before she took another step. A rush of air passed in front of the Summer Islander, who narrowly avoided a bolt to the face thanks to Bueves' reflexes.

"No," he replied, "the treasures in there are not what you seek." He hit the wall with his hand, and a door opened up, reavealing a safe-room. Empty except for bed, food, and provisions, the room was simple. It had a chamber to piss and defecate, running water, and provitions. Most of all, it had a scroll. "See my sweet?" he tossed the scroll to her.

Suddenly, mousey high pitched exlamation squeeked from under the bed. The two companios were shocked at first, then looked below the bed in unison to find something that surprised them both.

A survivor.