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Stopping to listen to the sounds of the stormdrain, feel the faint tremors of sealed doors opening and closing, and smelling whatever scents are carried on the wind, you feel nothing for a moment, but eventually you catch it. The stench of iron.
And the stench carries you quickly to a violent scene. Two squatters lie dead or dying. Given the direction of how they fell and how the blood is on the floor, you can judge the direction of whence the Nalkainen came, and where it might be going, and given the temperature of the bodies, they haven't been here for long; ten minutes, maybe?
But if it's driven by hunger, why didn't you find it eating here?
"<span class="mu-i">Moikka, Pikku-Repolainen,</span>" greets the anglo to something, speaking his words in a poetic two-step dance.
You turn and look and he's squatting beside a corpse.
"O lost Child of depths, doomed pained ye.
Something wicked this way has went,
Maiming, killing, eating, craving.
Point me to it. I will end it.
For what struggle people bear with,
This fate cannot be your kin's, too."
... Why? Why's he doing that- you can already tell where it went. It pressed on, and is likely trying to make a break for the outside so it can get as far away from here as-
"Thank you, Pikku-Repolainen," Blythe speaks to the body, standing up and twirling around. His eyes are swirling, gazing around. It takes a moment to settle on you, rather than something behind you. "Three were they who battled it here. Two lie deceased; it hides, dining."
"A-are you okay?" You ask out of confusion for his sudden change of tone.
"Ah, forgive old Blythe, I remember. You are not acquainted to this."