Lainseworth had entered shortly after, the Lalafell carrying more books than he really should. Slung across his back was a backpack, which gave off a smell of warm death. "Sorry, sorry..." He muttered, walking to his desk before nearly flopping over the various books and tomes collected in his arms.
"N...ow th-that that is over. Yes." Plopping the rather large sack onto the desk, he opened it as the stench of rotted meat wafted through the office. "Si...x h-heads. He w-was quite impre...ssive, if I must say s...o myself!" The Lalafell seemed to be rather exhausted, trying the sack in a knot before gently placing it next to their proper slayer.
"N...ow th-that that is over. Yes." Plopping the rather large sack onto the desk, he opened it as the stench of rotted meat wafted through the office. "Si...x h-heads. He w-was quite impre...ssive, if I must say s...o myself!" The Lalafell seemed to be rather exhausted, trying the sack in a knot before gently placing it next to their proper slayer.
