Belladonna didn't much remember her trek back to the city, or even when she cleaned the blood off of her hands after they healed. It was all a blur of rage, pain, bloodied fists and a thousand other ruinous emotions. It didn't help that her mind was still a mess from the memories forced into it,or the fact that her journey had ended up pointless.
She hadn't collected any sort of proof for the hunting quest. If she had been in a clear frame of mind, she would have chopped off a part of that creeps undead, or simply taken the maul as proof.
Hell she could have picked up anything on the ground as proof and claimed that was the Phagan she was sent there to kill. But she had been too rage filled to think about such things and now she was empty handed.
