Now it's the Eight's turn to be stared at for a moment. A necromancer who's into soul siphoning calls going through a dead person's pockets desecration, really? Palamedes seems so normal compared to the rest of them.

"I'm not squeamish," he says blankly and kneels next to the bodies. There's nothing but cold efficiency in his movements - what's a dead stranger compared to a dear friend's brutalized corpse?

Maybe there is something in their pockets, but Natsuno's attention is caught by a certain scent. He kneels closer to the woman's body, and... huh.

"Master Warden. There's something inside Lady Pent. Made of metal."