The pair looked down on the corpse of their latest victim. It had been a clean and swift kill, an arrow to the heart and a slit throat to make sure. Little did the two realise whom they were sending to the gods until the deed was done. "Muurtagh," Aloras whispered, his face ashen. His partner was crouched beside the corpse, head hung and eyes closed, hand over their eyes. "We just killed... a Sibling..." The words were choked out. The retribution the Brotherhood would enact meant their deaths.