Kurt was home, he was struggling with everything that had happened in the previous day. His little world had exploded into something that was so far above his head he was drowning. The fall of Castle Bright Flame would normally have been enough to send a person's head spinning. But that was the start of yesterday.
Kurt, took a pestle and began grinding some seeds in a mortar. Kurt wanted to do something with his hands, something that wasn't killing. The sounds of the gargled screams of the man Kurt killed was still whispering in his head, and when he closed his eyes, he saw him, clasping his neck, with those terrible eyes. Trying to put his head into work wasn't working very well.
He heard something fall over from a table he wasn't at. Turning to see what happened he didn't see anything. He walked over and heard the sounds of small feet scurrying around. He followed the sound, and ended up looking under a table.
