The guardsmen eyed the pile of bodies on the stairs leading out of Lowtown down into Darktown.
"Taking bets," Willum said dryly.
"Hawke for ten," said Corin, shaking a handful of coppers before putting them in Willum's hand to hold.
"Hawke," James agreed, adding ten of his own.
"Carta." Lorne added coins to the pot.
Lyrine cleared her throat and dropped a handful of coppers. "Sandal."
"Who?" The other guards turned to frown at her.
"Sandal," she repeated, folding her arms across her chest. "You'll be handing those coppers over to me, count on it."
"What makes you say that?" Willum asked.
Lyrine pushed one of the bodies with a toe, sending the petrified corpse rolling down the steps until it shattered into pieces at the bottom. "Enchantment."