>>5994493>>5994646>>5994894Judging by the way things ended up around here, you can’t help but feel like there might be another presence lurking about the dungeon, is there something in here that matches your cunning or raw violence? You shiver at the thought and get a little excited as well. Pondering more over it though, it could be that flatfoot wandered around here from his outburst. You mean, he sure had some money! You remember letting him off with his 2 shillings, but darn, that’s enough to buy like, two sheep! Not to mention this artifact… that’s legally yours now of course, is probably expensive in its own right.
Hmm if anything you’d be more surprised if he managed to get himself killed despite being so geared, he clearly had the funds to afford some hefty equipment despite his awful demeanor.
Bah, enough about him, you got a buffet waiting for you right here! You didn’t make it, but food is food!
You nibble on the still live jackal and eat some of its flesh while it's still panting, it only jitters its hind legs a little while you feast on it before going back to its “to be dead” state. You get a bit of a kick from this.
[NIBBLED FOR 1 HP]
[JACKAL HP = 1]
Unlike the live flesh you ate from that goblin awhile ago, this one’s got more of a nice texture to it, the taste is reminiscent of a soft blend between beef and mutton, kind of like that bat you ate. Quite a good combination here if you do say so yourself! The fur is barely getting in your way so you thoroughly enjoy your chunk of savory soft flesh.
[SATIATION: A LITTLE SATISFIED]
[NICE TASTING +1] [SMALL CHUNK]
[OVERHEALED = +1 EX HP]
Despite trying to make sense of the situation, you still keep your guard up just in the case that other probability of danger happens. You first look around your surroundings again, and go towards the dead jackals to your left in order to inspect what really is it that they have on their mouths. As you look towards their mouths, you notice that it’s just some leather pieces that have been thoroughly ripped, not permitting any type of discernibility towards what their quality previously was, perhaps if they were nicer looking and not covered in spit you could maybe say they were from the human’s leather pants.
Well, no use whining over it, you turn around to inspect the book that you saw, maybe it’s an ancient spellbook or something? Though you’re being a little too grandiose over it.
