He followed the cat upstairs, running this very new-and very sudden- situation through his mind.
So -if the blood on the first floor wasn't Jame's, there was a chance he was still alive, if he'd defended himself so well. Then another thoguht came to the elf's mind. Maybe this was all some sort of set-up. It seemed unlikely, but there were a lot of crazy things that happened in the world. For all he knew, Jame was the one who'd destroyed his own house, or perhaps Jame wasn't even real, and the cat had her own agenda. Or maybe one of Faelis' many enemies had caught up with him and this was some elaborate scheme to kill him.
Such thoughts were generally what had kept Faelis' alive for this long, but in this instance he didn't seem much evidence for any of those scenarios. So he decided, for the moment, to believe Luna, but to also keep his guard up and eyes and ears open.
At the top of the stairs was a large bathroom, and this door had been broken down as well, though not kicked in as the two downstairs had. The bathroom door was splintered, and Faelis inspected the wood. It looked like an axe had chopped it down. The elf stepped gingerly through the debris of the broken door and into the bathroom. There was a lot of blood in here as well. Next, Faelis went to the bedroom, and found nothing more than he'd already found.
The library had obviously been searched thoroughly. Books and other items were strewn around.
When he got to the workroom, the smell of sulfur was stronger, and this room had been searched as well. It was larger than it should have been, for the size of the house, Faelis noted, and it was a complete mess from the search, and more pool of blood were spattered across the floor.
Faelis picked his way through the room, careful to disturb as little as possible. He looked over the books on the workbench. They were of various subjects, mostly on something related to magic.
As he looked over the workbench, something on the floor caught his eye.
His golden gaze snapped to the floor. A footprint. He crouched to examine it, then, without a word, stood and headed to the bedroom.
The footprint did not match a single pair of the shoes that were in the bedroom.
Faelis stood for a moment, thinking, then turned to the cat.
"You say the only blood that is Jame's is the stuff in the bathroom," Faelis said. "What about the other blood? Is it human? Can you tell if it's from one or more individuals?" Faelis didn't know how specific of information the cat could gather from the blood.