"That might be best--Maker knows there's room enough to shelter them in the Gallows." Devoid of its usual undertone of cheer, Myr's voice is clinical and quiet. If he simply bundles up all the horror, all the outrage, for later... "And it's less conspicuous if we're not all together." Not that he knows much from experience--but he can infer that even in Lowtown, a group such as theirs might strike people as strange. Memorable.

And whoever did this is bound to come asking around, once it comes clear the warehouse has been raided. Thinking of which-- "Herian," he tips his face toward where he last marked the other mage standing, "I've a thought for the body I'd like your help with."