Reza was pleasantly surprised that the beast didn't do much, and Vicar had already already made his way upstairs. Not waiting to see what the beast would do, Reza followed behind The guardsman allowing a decent space between the two. Under any other circumstance he would have ran, in fact he would have been gone the second the gate had been opened but something was very clearly wrong. It wasn't until Reza stepped outside for the first time since the incident that he saw just how bad it was.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, you could practically taste. He had to keep himself from vomiting for a brief second. Vicar, a few feet ahead of him trudged through in and plunged his blade into... Something, but he did so hollowly, as as though he regretted it. Reza drew his small blade and kept it close to himself he really didn't know what to expect now. He unconsciously looked around for anything of use but then immediately felt wrong, he'd stolen from the dead before but they were usual long dead by the time their goods were his.

He trailed off a bit from Vicar and after a brief search found a small ceramic jug that was still sealed. He shook it gently and heard water slosh around in it. He unsleaed it and took a long drink from it before looking down at where it had been only to see the empty hand of woman who's body had been torn in an indescribable manner, Reza frowned and splashed what was left over his face.

Moments later Reza was right behind Vicar again who either didn't notice or care for his brief vacation. Before he could say anything and large man carrying a woman stepped forth, and Vicar spoke. He was cold and callous, very unlike himself, which perturbed Reza. He was surprised how didn't recognize them as a Templar protecting his sister. Reza stood silently behind Vicar a few steps struggling to make eye contact with anything other than the ground.