Belly Full of Blood - Chapters 1-4 (not for sharing - Copyright Protected 2020 )

The container was thrown to the ground in an
expulsion of sludge as it hit the muddy ground, sliding
back a few feet as it slowly turned.
‘Thank you,’ said a thankful Brother Lyre, as Brother
Cuthbert rather clumsily did his best to help him out of the
hole, almost falling in himself.
The two came to Wren and opened the coffer, and
took out the clothes inside, laying them out respectfully
onto the dirt in rows. Brother Cuthbert brought his archaic
tools of inspection to the clothes and began to examine
them, murmuring between themselves as they rummaged
through the belongings of the deceased.
Wren stood back and watched as the day continued
and the clothes were placed into certain groups, and the
contents of their pockets placed within jars. He felt the chill
of the night slowly dragging its way into his senses, and
those senses slowly began to ignite beneath his skin.
‘Wren, a moment, please,’ asked Brother Cuthbert,
respectfully.
Wren obliged, hearing Keris’ request tingle in his ears.