"Blood has a distinct smell. I've had the chance to grow familiar with it, unfortunately." James explained, sheathing his sword. He reached into a pouch, and drew a length of rope, which he looped over an overhead rafter. He tied one end to the thug's legs, and began to draw him upward, into the air.
"Unfortunately, we're about to smell a bit more." he said, patting the man's belly. The thug grew audibly nervous as James stepped out for a second to grab a clean bucket.
"You might wanna leave for this." he told Tirarian.