I'm still angry. Go for a walk or something.

I climbed out of the cellar and nearly ran into Nadia. She was clean now, though her black skin still glimmered with moisture. She had a pretty blush on her face as she looked me up and down. "I'm clean, sir. How else can I serve you?"

"Just-" I ran a hand through my hair, burning with irritation. "Just do what you normally do. The witch is dead, downstairs. She betrayed me; I'll deal with the corpse later."

"You killed her?" Nadia said, a conflicted look crossing her face. I slapped her, hard, and she touched the spot. "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't-"

"Never question me again." I spat through clenched teeth. "and if you every betray me, know that you'll meet the same fate as that worthless bitch."

I ran up the stairs and got dressed, nearly ripping my pants with the rough treatment. After some time I made my way out of the inn and looked around the village, at the milling crowd and the patrolling guardsmen. I shook my head again, useless thoughts running around in my mind; things like 'did I do the right thing?' and 'wouldn't I react the same way if I were a ****?'

After some time I noticed that the quality of the crowd had changed. They were no longer milling, they were gathering at the edge of the village, near the gate.