Rhemic Empire (2)

"A rather awkward situation," One-Eye commented on the murder. Taking the golden ring from the fair-haired man's finger, One-Eye approached Jack's body. "Who knows. If I believed in coincidences, I'd say it was a heart attack, but I'll say it was cursed magic," One-Eye knelt down and searched the deceased's pockets for money. "What's this, old man? Shouldn't the ataman be the last to go?" One-Eye suddenly remembered Mark and laughed with an unpleasant, barking laugh. "Oh, right. Well, I didn't think I'd outlive everyone. Never mind, it's not right to leave things like this." With or without Halmaldir's help, he dragged Jack's body to the shore, tied a boulder or other heavy object to it, and pushed it into the water. It wasn't deep, but it was better than nothing. "Farewell, old comrade. You lived a worthy life; our age is merry, but short," One-Eye was burying someone for the first time in his life. Accustomed to death and suffering since childhood, he felt no longing or sadness, but for the first time in a very long time, he felt a painful pang of loneliness. "I wonder what you were thinking about before you died? The upcoming shootout, the fabulous reward, the charms of Yachiru Hakumei? Not the worst of deaths, I suppose. He lived as he did, and he died as he did." Taking the revolver, cartridges, and the remaining valuables from the victims, One-Eye turned and headed towards Jayl's mansion. Let the dogs now rack their brains, trying to solve this murder.