Oded had been good to his word, performing on the trapeze for the evening performances as they were short staffed due to the high tensions among the Cirque members. He'd been uncomfortable, a feeling of doom lingering at the edges of his senses, but it had not impaired his ability to perform or function.
It had cut into his evening entertainment choices, but he felt the option of assisting The Management was a wiser decision, being one of the newer members of the Cirque. Still, he had found the attention of one of the helpers who had provided a quick diversion.
So it was that Oded left the Hanging Man tentn later than usual, with a towel around his neck, adjusting in his sweatpants when he caught the overwhelming scent of blood. Oded tensed immediately, his gaze seeing two of the Security running toward the Apothecary and he followed.
Coming to a stop behind a security guard, Oded could see the mangled remains of... he recognized what was left of the roustabout. A gregarious fellow, he recalled. From the display, however, it seemed someone or something was sending a message.