As if Merrick understood the concept of his blood being of use, he moved to one of the dead monks, ripped a piece of cloth from their corpses and cleaned up any drips of blood on the floor. The wounds would be slow to heal given the iron, but the blood stopped flowing. "I ain't going to no fucking priest," Merrick whispered. He paused again when Issac's cries became whimpers. "Fuckin' kid... they tryin' to get him to connect to the cirque... pushing him somehow and punishing him after."
Merrick shook his head before looking over to Fredric's body. Drawing in the dust that covered the ground, he wrote that the shackles were a one time trick, then drew a no circle around the word body before blowing the dust and the words disappearing as if nothing had disturbed the dust.
Another glance over his shoulder to look down the dark tunnels, Merrick closed his eyes and a map of the immediate tunnels appeared. Goblins liked the earth, they had a way with dust, dirt and tunnels. He pointed to an area in the tunnels. Kennet's fire burnt into her energy once more forcing her to see the tunnels in the overlapping imagery of past and present. The goblin's finger pointed to a tunnel below the Colosseum.