You manage to avoid attention on your trip back to the hand by sticking to the shadows and less savory parts of town. The blood has dried completely by the time you arrive at your destination, and its crusty residue is a dark maroon. Burr doesn't challenge your entry today, and a rope was quickly thrown down for you to climb up. The rope boy looks at you in surprise when he sees you.

You look horrible. he gasped. He quickly shuttled you down the rope and took you to Mar. She looked down at you with arched eyebrows.

Even if you were clean, your face tells me that you succeeded. Was this your first time taking a life?