This filthy wizard had gotten blood on his hands. Korpsit grabbed hold of his shirt, just as Emma took hold of his hair, and began to wipe it all away.

The crimson liquid on the floor would be taken care of in time, but this one was the priority. Once again he'd been cautioned to leave. It remained to be seen whether he would listen or not.

He supposed it might have been difficult, given the goblin had torn into the muscle but this was a problem for the man to sort out.