The first floor of the inn at this moment resembled the poorest, shoddiest slaughterhouse imaginable, as if crazed cattle, horses, pigs, and sheep had rampaged through and turned everything upside down.
Limb parts lay scattered, the stench of blood was thick in the air, and there was an abundance of fresh blood and the limbs of corpses.
Those who died peacefully were, to some extent, better off, missing a piece from their necks resembling a small, straw-like hole, their bodies presenting a ghastly pale color, shriveled and withered, but at least they were whole.
Those who had struggled before death, on the other hand, had their bodies torn apart, intestines dragging along the walls, across doors and windows—everywhere.
As everyone knows, what's usually inside the intestines of a person?
Moreover, it happened to be just after dinner time when digestion was at its peak, so the smells in the hallway and on the staircase were particularly unpleasant.
