The aftermath of Finn's massacre was handled in silence.
Lyssa broke out of her dazed state and slowly organized her team, composing herself after realizing she was now the only other highest authority in this town. Her duty was no longer to the town's name, but to its survivors. She could not leave them like this. Not with bodies littering the streets and the town hall reduced to an abattoir.
Finn watched from a distance as they worked. Elara had helped him to a bench outside the town hall and cleaned his wounds as best she could with torn cloth and water. His broken ribs still made every breath he took painful. His shoulder wound had reopened. But he sat there, mellow and silent, while the others moved around him like he was a dangerous animal they didn't want to provoke.
