what colour is the bear?

"Shut yer fuckin' mouth and just get her wouldja."

"Me? You're the one who bleedin' saw it."

"Would you just fookin' go already?" Going to find Weaver was the safest decision, not that the old guard would say so. Running into town screaming for Weaver, the younger guard's cloaks were already smeared with blood, making the paleness of his face all the more vibrant for the contrast.

"Warden Weaver!" He cried breathless, looking haphazardly over his shoulder every now and then as he ran unsteadily.