Riven walked into the butcher house, and the smell was pungent, heavier than when he was outside. He saw large pieces of flesh hung from metal bars that lined the ceiling.
Some lay on tables around, their blood dripping down. There was a man inside the butcher house. Riven looked at the man, hunched over, a large knife in hand and a stained apron.
There was no one else here. It made Riven wonder if he was the only one that worked here. Sophie walked up to the man casually. He looked up, stopping his cutting.
"Lady Sophie," he called her name, showing that she had been here before.
"Good day, Sir Ronald. I've come to confirm the order from the Baron's house," she spoke.
"Ohh, yes, everything has been set up," he said. He glanced at Riven behind her. The clean dressing and quality material made him sure that he was a noble, but he got the wrong idea.
