Oded & Zanna & Open
Another gathering of employees. Zanna had just finished closing up her shop, re-checking her stock and gathering up a few custom orders for fellow employees. Everyone was on edge, looking for things to help soothe their frazzled nerves, and she had been trying to help where she could.
The closer she got to the scene, however, the further her basket of botanicals was from her thoughts. By the time she reached Oded, it was hanging forgotten from her fingers. Zanna was no stranger to violence, but the murder scene before them was still gruesome. It made her brows draw together, her teeth catch at her lower lip.