Lancaster stood still, thinking about what Atlas just said. Even though he didn't agree with everything that was done, he realized that what Atlas said was true.
"What are we going to do about the bodies? We need to bury them and hide the evidence of what happened here." Lancaster ran after Atlas.
"That's where I'm going," Atlas answered. "I'll bring a shovel from the carriage. You stay here and keep an eye on the body."
"Ah, while you're at it, can you also bring some clothes from the carriage? I came as soon as I heard a Werewolf roar coming from the forest, thinking you'll be in danger."
"I was about to bring that as well." Atlas smiled.
After taking a few more steps, he stopped and turned back. "Also Lancaster..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Lancaster didn't understand why Atlas was apologizing to him so solemnly.