He was also dangerous. Martha imagined there would be scars on his face, and that was why it was covered with a hood. He looked from her side of the bed to Rose. Even though Martha couldn't see his face, it was clear to anyone that he was confused. Without any hesitation, Martha pointed to the next bed.
He jerked, pulling out his dagger in a flash. The dying candlelight gave it a menacing look, especially the shadow on the wall of the tiny room. However, he didn't strike her with the dagger; rather, he nodded but didn't sheath it.
He slowly tiptoed to Rose's bed. Martha thought there was no need for that. Rose must be fast asleep by now, so it would take a very loud sound to wake her up. He dropped by her bed, and Martha caught the glint of the dagger before he placed it right on Rose's neck.
