"I did, too." He was annoyed with himself. He had focused so much on getting out there and what they would do then that he hadn't given proper thought to what would happen when they got back. Oh, yes, they were perfectly discreet. Not a soul down at the docks at that hour would know them from any other Fereldan from a hole in the wall and would therefore have no qualms about trying to fill them with holes, too. "I think it'll be all right once I can wash it. Blighter had something coating the blade. I'd wager a week's wage to the fact."

He turned to head back the way they had come one final time, eager to get the trap locked away so they could get a real move on. The longer they stuck around, the more likely it was someone would come along, connect them to the bodies, and either want answers or revenge. Not having any qualms about putting people like that down didn't mean he liked it.

He didn't believe he was losing an excessive amount of blood. A little of it squelched in his boot, but he wasn't light headed. He thought he could feel some of it starting to dry. It itched against his skin and made the fabric stiff. Thank the Maker for small favors, then. He set the trap down to unlock the door, tossed it in with the rest, and snapped the lock back into place. He turned so that he could take his side of the basket, face registering more irritation than pain. He hadn't wanted to deal with something like this tonight.