Bimpnott holds the dead creature for a few moments longer, to be sure.
”Any signs of the boy?”
He looks at Albrecht holding the sword, but he waits until his friend shares any details or shows it to him.
”Why would we drain the pool? Do you think it’s contaminated?”
The former watchmen looks down at the decaying corpse in his grasp, lying half in the water, before realizing what he’s saying.
”...Oh.”