Camron plodded down the pathways that snaked between the various homes, carrying a bowl of various meats, beets and some mixed salad in his hands. The sun was shining in the chilling autumn air, making it a bit more bearable for those creatures who relied on clothing to stay warm. Many passed him but none paid him any mind, their own focus on grabbing lunch at the Mess Hall or heading back to their duties.
He paused at the sight of the ajar door. From what Officer Falicia had told him, Shamura wouldn't leave their door open at all, not if they could avoid it. Perhaps they had company? He raised his hand to knock it. "My Bishop? I have your lunch." There was no reply, he knocked again and this time the door lazily creaked open with the aid of a passing breeze. He saw the spilt bowl on the ground first, his face twisting up in confusion before the door revealed more of his Bishop's home. Their black abdomen, legs laying perfectly still, then he saw the blood.