All shifted uneasily but managed to bow, their faces paler at the sheen of the blade and dried blood that coated its metal. Nodding and turning to fast most of them tripped over the other and cursed softly, following the others and hurrying down the halls. 

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Margaret rose to her feet and swayed slightly, hee ringed hand reaching out to grip the small table she'd been siting next to. A frown marred her lips but she shrugged and moved towards her bed, exhaustion pulling her under before she had the chance to pull the sheets up and over herself.  [@pyroman]