The house was nice. Little odd that the lady locked the door, but Briar wasn't about to question it. What business was it of hers?

She followed closely behind Nisa, head slowly turning from one side to the other as she looked around.

"I'd have to think on it," she admitted a little reluctantly. People didn't tend to ask her what she liked.

The farther they went into the house, the stronger that familiar smell grew. Smelled like... iron, tasted coppery on her tongue. Rust? Blood? Some new type of gross substance she'd have to learn how to clean up?

It took a moment for Briar to look into the bathroom once the door had been pushed open, and once she did, her eyebrows jumped up in surprise. What'd the lady say? Something about... the... the maid. The other maid. The one she was replacing.

Oh.

Briar caught Nisa's smile in the corner of her eye. Her gaze darted to the side to meet hers, but the other woman looked as calm as she had before the door ever opened.

Huh. Blood. Lots of it, too. No body that she could see, but there must've been one at some point. Briar took a step forward and stuck her head into the bathroom, taking a closer look at the damage done.

"Where do you keep your supplies, miss?"