It made her more nervous when he repeated her name. Staring down at the floor, she saw for the first time what she couldn't see in the dim light of the closed shop. A large puddle of thick, red blood covered the floor. Somehow she managed to trip and fall in the very center. She didn't know whose blood covered the front of her robes and her cloak, only that it wasn't hers. A gentle tug on her arm from the wizard helped her to her feet.