Dennis paced the floor for a few minutes, the comforting beating of Rosmerta's heart now just a distant memory. Had he his wits about him, he could have turned her, but no, it was too late for that now.
Fight or flight? Dennis was torn between the two, and right now, the desire to stay in town and not be caught outweighed the instinct to just run.
He thought long and hard, the only solution he could come up with was one that he knew would end badly for him. Jander.
The more he thought about it, and the more he panicked, the more he knew he could get Jander to help cover this up. That's what he truly wanted to do. Cover it up.
Heading to Rosie's desk, he picked up a quill and scribbled a quick note, not caring about the blood stains he was putting on the parchment.
Jander,
There's been a bit of an accident at Madame Rosmerta's place above the Three Broomsticks. I think it's in your best interests if you come and help me before the sun comes up.