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

‘What is it, priest?’
‘Why did you keep the clothes?’ asked Brother
Cuthbert.
‘Out of respect, I suppose. People can claim a necklace
or a ring, they can’t claim a plague-ridden corpse that’s
been burnt to a crisp,’ explained Wren, as politely as he
could muster.
‘That’s very thoughtful of you.’
Wren sighed.
‘Come, come and see what myself and Brother Lyre
have found,’ encouraged Cuthbert.
Throughout the course of the day, the clothes were
laid out into groups, each of them retaining a certain
specific aesthetic. Some were obvious to Wren, including
the long leather shawls and pointed hats of Skitabaer. He
could see a few vestments of the people of Fensaling, that
resided near the marshlands: thick fur coats and hats made
form hide that hung long behind their neck. There were
one or two others, which he couldn’t quite place at the time,
but next to Cuthbert and Lyre on the floor, were clothing