"Euh…" Misty was completely confused and did not understand what Ludwig could mean with his statement.
He watched the small crease form between her brows and let the silence breathe for a heartbeat. Then he smiled the way one does when a thing is simple to him and not to the other. "The Faceless Blade… the dead guy, needed blood to open up what looks like a chamber here. He was just a bit short… I would have used mine…"
"But yours isn't human," Misty finished his words for him.
"Nah, completely human, just not the right type of blood…" he further explained. His eyes were already on the idol, judging the faint pulse that seemed to crawl around its carved edges, counting the way old red had dried into darker seams. The air above the key felt thin and cold in a way that did not match the heat of bodies in the room. There was a smell like wet copper and old incense beneath all the dust.
