Pifu's words jolted Bunan back to reality.
He couldn't believe what was happening. Just moments ago, Lord Babasha had been fine. How had everything gone so wrong in the short time it took him to relieve himself?
This is abnormal, Bunan thought. There's definitely something wrong. How could Lord Babasha's eyes turn milky white and blood pour from his mouth?
Bunan's mind was in chaos. The wine bottle was still in his hand, its rim smeared with Mayor Babasha's blood.
"What are you still doing standing there!" Pifu shrieked, jolting Bunan. "Run, now!"
Upstairs, faint RUSTLING sounds indicated that the sleeping tenants had been disturbed by the commotion downstairs and were waking up.
"If you don't run now, you won't be able to once they come down!" Pifu urged him again.
"Uh, for me..." Bunan began, wanting to say something, but his mind was blank. He could only instinctively utter a few irrelevant words before turning and bolting out of the tavern.
