Shantyhouse on Mud Street in the castle town of Blackhaven

[The Stranger]

Gregory is finally able to get enough of the door open to slip inside, and indeed finds a very large corpse, well into its rotting, blocking the door. A pool of black, dried blood coats his boots.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory eyes the corpse with mild distaste. "Can't heal that.." He moves past it, looking around the apartment for anything that could hint who killed him, and how.

[Marie]

Sasha moved forward and started to examine the corpse for anything of interest, a purse, a weapon, distinguishing features.

[The Stranger]

It's clearly a her, and given the red hair on the scalp, probably Barbara from the Red Pony. There were multiple stab wounds in the front, and defensive wounds on the arms and hands. A quick look at the door suggests it was kicked in, as the door jam is partially splintered.

[Urron Greyjoy]

"One of you young fellows have a map?" Gregory asked, resuming his quiet humming as he looked around the room for one.

[Marie]

"Well, we found the woman we came to find," Sasha muttered to the others. "Now what?"

[Lord Yohn Baratheon]

Podrick creeped up beside Sasha, so close he could smell her.

"What have we..." His voice failed as a strong nausea filled him, eyes darting to every gaping wound on the woman's dead body. He took a deep breath, for looking weak amid those men was not a good option. "Well... I bet she can't be of help now."

[Marie]

"Aye. Poor bitch," Sasha sighed, with a rare breach of her prickly persona. "Dangerous game, though. Let's see what else we can find."

She started to follow Gregory.

[Ser Donnel Royce]

Dickon retched at the smell. "Poor bitch." He took out his crossbow and loaded it, not wanting to share a similar fate.

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Ser Creighton had seen enough dead bodies in his life time to not really be effected by the look of the body, but the stench was unbearable so he stopped in the doorway.

"I'll keep watch then" he said with a shrug. "Be quiet less ye want to rouse the man downstairs."

Ser Creighton looked at the hinges to see if there was any clues about how the door had been kicked in, if it had been a man or woman, if the person had been big or small and anything else he could find that could be any useful.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory seemed to be the only one not affected by the sight or stench, well accustomed to death through his time spent healing. "Come on then, no point standing around. Either find something useful or get ready to fight the bandits."

[Marie]

"Lead on, then," Sasha murmured to Gregory. "I'll follow."

[The Stranger]

The damage to the door suggested a heavy weight behind the kick, so probably a man, and a large one. The blade wounds are very numerous, suggesting a dagger rather than a sword.

The room has been thoroughly trashed as though the killer had tossed it looking for something."

[Lord Yohn Baratheon]

The stench was too much for Podrick, he needed to get out of that place. "I'll go watch the door, in case these bastards choose to come back."

[Marie]

Sasha grimaced. "Looks like we might have lost our loot," she observed. "Gods know the bitch likely never had anything else of use."