follow me; everything is all right.
The bucket of cleaning potions usually does the trick and the determined caretaker never leaves until the job is done.
However, no matter how hard she scrubs or how strong of a cleaning potion she uses, the blood on the ceiling is still hauntingly glistening from above. The red hawk seems unfazed. Something else will have to be done here.
Meanwhile, the blood stains are as clear as they were the night before...
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