Anger and neglect of two of the most evil deities was said to be the cause of the transformation of the people and land. This transformation that mixed with deadly sins and Dalanesca relm into the map. It was ment as a curse yet there was one young dragoness that had enjoyed nothing better than the anger sweeping over the Egjora regain. How and why she was there she had happily forget.

In the canon was a rather large cage. The sides made of thick spiked metal. The floor a then hot metal laid on top of red hot coals and the top part of the cliff itself. A series of rising steps surrounded the cage and on it was many very drunk, loudly cheering men. This was not normal for the aria but that was not the most interesting or particular thing. 

That tilde would be a black scaled flame spitter that circled the inside of the ring. They would cheer Black terror every time she excited them. Through that was not her name. Turas had her head high as she pranced around the cage awaiting her next victim. This was the most fun she had ever had and she was loving it. From the roof opened a small area inwich a young man was tossed in with a small dagger and the hole was than recovered. She kept circling him as he slowly realised the danger he was in.

After stumbling her way through the lands she happened upon something she couldn't dare pass up. With an inner quest burning deep within what laid ahead was something that just had to be investigated.


Along the high cliffs, jeers and cheers could be heard drifting and dancing along almost in a summoning sort of way Lou felt more than a slight beckoning. With all the sounds it would mean a few things really; some sort of fight between neighbouring tribes, an in counter with an unwanted beast, or maybe even a fight of sorts. The thoughts of all the possibilities were whirling around within making various light bulbs pop on an off. All the thoughts were damn near overloading, but one thing stood out among the rest; diversity. 


The word resonated deep down within the wee explorer being her first excursion out in the world. She wanted to know everything about everything after all and if it was a fight that would be her best bet. The thought just kept dancing around in her mind while all the possibilities exploded in mental fireworks. 


Mirroring the dance making her way up the stairs to the source of the ruckus. Eyes closed singing some random tune as the voices now becoming more legible. Eyes flying open she finally had her answer as to what it was all about. A shudder ran up and down her spine as her wildest dreams had soon been made a reality. Rubbing her eyes and checking her ears she needed to know she wasn't dreaming in the slightest.


With the weight of reality really sinking in her eyes began to dance with a new glow, a glow of longing. Needing to be closer she wriggled her way between slogging men as she made her way to the main event. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she'd be damn near face to face with a… dragon. A little fan girl squeal escaping her lips far too fast for her to catch could just barely be heard through the chorus of beer slinging gents. 


Hands now clasped around the bars of the arena watching, Lou stood there in awe with a touch of endearment as tears streamed from her eyes giving them a glassy effect. She was just so damn happy to be in the presence of such a magnificent creature. Mouth stuck open glued to the bars eyes stuck open in fear of missing a move just watching, no mentally documenting.

The man looked weak and at best would be a toy. Of course that is all the men wanted, blood and pain screams. Turas was more than glad to do just that. The man was quick to his feet with the dagger in hand in a light stance as he turned to keep her in view. 

Suddenly Turas let out a really loud screech as she turned and slammed her tail into his rib cage sending him into the wall. His weapon fell upon contact and she was quick to sling it out of the cage with a quick backwards sling of her paw. She than went to the other side of the cage as the man let out a loud scream of pain and fell to the ground on his hands and knees. Crimson painted the spikes on the bars and the rips in his shirt, his breathing was shallow and rapid. 

He got up as soon as he had the strength to with his hands burned and red. She quickly charged him stopping just in front of him she stood up and knocked him to the ground. Claws dug deep into his flesh causing him to scream. She scratched in is face as she stepped back and bit into his leg. In a shift motion she swung her entire body as she laid him across the floor painting it red. He caught flame as she did a victory screech. The quick painful moving and scream continued as the crowd went crazy. She than pasted back and forth as she wanted for the flames to die with the man's last breath.

The fast of blood made her want more and before the man was dead she started ripping into his stummic now eating her kill. She wanted more but was enjoying it as she ripped it to shreads.

Pressed against the cool bars of the cage reminders of her last scuffle came flooding back. Swiftly moving a hand from the bars to her face to feel some of the damage still left over eyes still glued to the main event. Watching as the poor man was being tossed about as the sound of bones cracking rang out among the jeers. This was not a new sound to her ears, yet a very familiar one indeed.

Watching intensely as each blow came a thought happened to dance across her mind, …samples… it rang out above all the chatter between her ears. Her mission was just as the voice had said; it was simple really collect everything and leave nothing unnoticed. That was how she wanted to live her life even it did kill her. As the two were in the middle of a tango to the death she reached into her bag.

Rummaging with one hand while still relentlessly watching the whole dance unfold before her. While a smirk crept across her face she was able to procure the one thing she was looking for. With the way this two-step was going it would soon end in an unforgettable finale. Ready with her trusty mask she adverted her gaze for just a moment. All the time she needed to slip the heavy leather across her face. 

Fixing her gaze back on the show at hand now with a much different face staring back at the two. Along almost bird-like beak following the line of her present nose extending her face into a triangle shape. With nostrils located at the underside and dark glassy lenses where her green eyes once sat. If she was correct in following the patterns of blows she was right where she needed to be, the splash zone.

The dance had just a few more steps left in the performance before it was the curtain call. The final step now set in motion Lou watched with a gasp of exhilaration while the glitter of hope danced out of view. With another blind rummage of her hand deep within her sack came another odd item. Only Lou would think to bring a collection bottle to a cage death match. Both hands now with a plan of attack for the moment this is all over. Armed with a cork in one with the matching bottle in the other she was more than ready.

Thinking to herself she was lucky no one could see her face as the smile that crept across it was one that would frighten her with intensity. On the best of days, she only felt slightly unnerved about her insatiable hunger for all things. Just as she was starting to get lost within the walls of her own making it happened. 

With a loud scream and some resounding shrieks, it was over. Bottle held high, mild disappointment fell across her for the moment. She was so hoping for a blood spray; cause you never know when you might need a vial of blood for something. That was when the real main event began in her eyes. The majestic dragon had now taken to eating the poor sap which was much more then Lou could have ever hoped for. 

While the beast was gnashing about on what used to be a man Lou made her move. She started making her way through the crowd of loud and rather drunk men as they began cheering the gory victory. If only they knew what true gore and carnage looked like they might be just as let down as I was… she thought to herself while she made her way to the feeding frenzy. That was when she hit pay dirt and nothing filled her with more joy. 

Placing the cork on the bottle with the same ease as catching her bounty she plunked herself down at that very spot. Sitting there she gleefully rocked back and forth eyeing her newest treasure. It wasn't much, but dammit it was hers. Sliding the mask up to sit upon her head she began to examine her new spoils. Shaking the bottle from one end to the other she watched as the piece of flesh bounced inside of its new glass home on top a cousin of blood. Giggling and kicking out with the simple joy of a kitten with a fresh ball of yarn she never noticed just how close she really was.

Turas tossed the remaining peaces to the side of the cage and stood up and let out a loud belch in the face of some female with a crow face like mask on her head. No doubt part of her meal came out with it. She turned and walked about the cage than sat in the middle as she awaited the next victim to be tossed at her. Turas put all her wait on her back feet as she stood up looking at the hole really for the next victim to be dropped. The man did not even make it into the hole for as soon as the hatch opened she leaped up grabbed hold of a leg and dragged a man down as she landed. This man wore armer and had a sword sheathed at his side obviously not the person ment to be in the ring but she did not care as she slammed him into the ground and leaped on top of him, clawing at his armer as she ripped off his arm with her jaws and tossed it. It hanged on the spikes on the bars of the cage as it moved about like a worm cut in half or a lizards tail. Crimson sprayed from the socket as she tried to pull off his breastplate. More jears came from the crowd as the person that was supposed to be in the cage was pushed in landing on her back and held on for the ride.She quickly switched to kicking and jumping in an attempt to get him off. He held on untell she got the idea to slam him into the walls and the spikes. The man continued to hold on as she did the first few times but she eventually got to were she hit him hard against a large spike and he stayed blood dripping. She than turned and again tired to rip off his armer. More screams of pains came as she ripped off the metal plate and ripped apart his ribs going for the heart as the two humans again caught flame. Her teath sank deep into his heart as he spontaneously exploded sanding meat, blood, and bone everywhere. 

As turas swallowed the heart she turned and leaped pulling the hanging man straight down ripping more  gasges into his back. She clawed his chest and pulled bones out with a swift moten, tossing them away as she dug for the heart. As she ripped it out and tossed it up the man exploded, again sending chunks of crimson flying. She caught the heart and eat it. All three soals went into a ring she had on her horn.  She started to circle again cage again. 

Sitting there almost rolling about in glee one of the greatest things she's ever witnessed had happened. Just as she could almost feel the breath of the great beast on her face she sat up quick thinking this could get interesting; she just didn't know how abundant it would all be. That was when it hit her what was coming next, with cat-like reflexes she pulled her mask back down with yet another bottle in hand ready. 

On her haunches now Lou watched as you could just barely make out the ripple in her throat. Just as the simple ripple had come to completion her mouth opened back up as both bits of flesh and bone came raining down upon the crowd including Lou. This was what she was waiting for, this would be perfect. As she scooped up various bits with various vessels she thought to herself, Oh the possibilities! With this many samples all with the same grade of damage the number of experiments and tests I can now perform! I wonder what the effect of dragon saliva does to the decomposition process… or what happens when you introduce other types of factors… oh the possibilities! With all these thoughts swimming around her head going off with the ease of a volcano each time this might be the happiest moment in her life. 

Continuing to scramble around on the ground much with the grace of a fish displaced from it's home she was able to fill half her bottles. For Lou, this was a truly stupendous day. Placing her new pretties back into her bag using the care a mother shows to their own right down to patting them atop the head. Sure each one was safely packed away using clothing and other soft items as buffers she went back to the scene at hand. Making herself comfortable now cementing her place ringside her glass lenses fogging up with each exhale she waited for the next act to begin.

Head craned at an upward angle she watched as the beast would take its place now to waiting. Both of them now sitting in the same boat on separate seas the wait was about to be over. The drunk choir of cheering men was soon cut short as a new sound took its place. With a creak of rust being displaced a deep whoosh from the center of the ring could be felt as if in a heartbeat it might be over. With more swiftness then you'd expect the beast latched on to whom the next person seemed to be tasked with door duty. 

The cry of the gent rung out loud as this was apparent by his reaction not what he'd signed up for. Sword still at rest he was not ready in the slightest, yet the beast was. Unsure if it was not knowing or not caring that could have been the motive at foot here, either way, the choices had been made. Tearing the man down with all the force of its own decent the man came plummeting down while getting a pummelling in the process. The crack of his bones amplified by the metallic armor he was wearing rang out as he made contact. What came next could only be described as invigorating.

Just as the man went crashing down the best came next, leaping on top of the gent it began tearing wildly. It appeared much like an animal trying to get to the soft squishy core beneath a hard shell, thrashing. The sound of claws on metal sang out much the same as nails on a chalkboard. Not even the loud cheering of the intoxicated could mask the high pitched sound. Clasping her hands to her ears the noise was almost enough to push her over the edge. That was when the red river began to flow washing over the ring and a few lucky looky-loos.

The sound of his arm landing on its new resting place was lost on her, hands still firmly placed over ears, yet the sight was not. She watched as it writhed and wriggled about with all the vigor of something fighting for its life. The sight was a majestic one to be seen. That was when the next exciting chapter was about to unfold. It appeared as though this was going to be a tag team affair, well butchering is more like it.

As this new victim wanted to give the beast a run for its money with the bold move of trying to ride it. It played out much the same as breaking any wild animal would. Holding tight to the back scales the beast began to buck and kick looking to shake the new parasite free. That was when with a mighty run and leap it went slamming into the wall of bars pinning the gents legs to the side till you heard a familiar crunch and creak. The sky was alive with a new scream to add to the fray as he sang out adding a new color to the masterpiece. This victim appeared to have a bit more to prove yet, from hardier stock possibly he kept a death grip locked. 

With a few more mighty slams against the bars his screams getting more shrill with each blow. That was when the final note was about to be let out. He sang out in sheer unyielding agony as he was placed upon his own spike now. He lay there now like any other pig after the slaughter sitting on their hook while gravity did her job. The blood beginning to pool around where he now sat near motionless save for his shallow breathing. 

Happy with the new decorative wall hanging the beast began trying to get the top off the box once more. Hands still on ears Lou was ready this time for the brain liquefying sound to commence once more. The beast seemed to have a better time at getting the top off this time, just maybe a little too rough. Tearing the chest plate free leather straps and buckles flying about in unbridled freedom went crashing to the ground followed by a shower of deep crimson. It looked as though the beast in attempts to get at the squishy center had torn the rib cage asunder. The still beating heart not knowing how to give up yet was now exposed. Lou watched intensely now trying to make herself one with the bars to get even closer, she had never seen a naked heartbeat before. Watching as the struggling mechanism writhed in a sea of its own red juices, it was just heavenly to view. That was when the beast decided it needed this wondrous magic for its self. Biting down it now had his heart for its own whether he wanted it to or not. Just as teeth plunged into writhing flesh both the gents had burst into flames. Once the beasts muzzle had clasped fully around the soft leathery treasure the man was no more. He was replaced with a red mist that consisted of all the same parts at once.

That was truly an awe to behold, it was glorious. Arms outstretched in a hug to the heavens standing now she waited for the red warm to wash over her. The red had come falling much like rain mixed with freezing rain. Every so often she could hear the ping of shattered bones clink off her mask. Doing a little twirl in the rainstorm her cloak flowing around her turning from a deep green to a muddy brown as it continued to saturate in tonight's entertainment.

The sound of the beast leaping once more brought her attention back to center stage as the beast tore down the dangling mound of flesh. With jaws open and ready it clasped around the hole it had now dug deep with its eye on the prize. Another heart it appeared, maw now closing as a flicker of dejavu began to run up Lou's shoulder. A new bottle in hand she was ready for the rain to fall once more. Not being disappointed the rain did indeed come once more and Lou was able to collect the living precipitation for later examination. A thought had occurred to her, Mental note: Dragon's crushing hearts results in the complete explosion of the body sent out in all four directions with no distinguishing pieces… how peculiar I'll need to investigate further on this… She pondered over what she now held in her hand as the red foamy viscus liquid slowly flowed from one end to the other as she moved it about, How strange indeed…

This dance of killing and eating continued for over an hour. 15 more men had been ripped apart in similar ways tough their hearts vanished as they were ripped out and tossed into the air (reverse summon idem). Finally, she was getting tired and the cage needed a good scrubbing. the hatch up top opened and no one came out. a leg was placed in the cage and dragged out by a rope. Turas quickly leaped up and climbed out of the cage just to be put in a different one. she was asleep in seconds with the leg under her neck like a dog would hold its bone. Her back was to the door and the last thing she wanted was to be wake up anytime soon. 

The men had put a sleep dart in her as soon as they had a chance so that she would not awaken as they cleaned her up. Two men and five women worked together to drag her out of the cage and scrub her claws and scales. fine sponges and buckets of water turned red as she got cleaned and decorated with paint of reds and whites. she was then placed back in the cage without her treat. She still slept as she was put back in a cage and locked up tight.

Meanwhile down stars in the cage, a few men were cleaning the bubbling blood from the cage bottom and bars. all pieces were lifted in buckets out through the hole. They refused to tell anything but that the other fight was in a different area not that anyone wanted to know anything else. yet the way to the dragon could easily be found by following cleaners. 

The rooms were quickly emptied of people as the entertainment went to other places so others could see what the dragon would do once it woke up.

Moving now from an upright to a sitting position once more she kept fixated on her new toy. This odd foam was rather interesting in some peculiar way that she couldn't quite fathom. Her thought now broken by the next sorry sap's scream had her snap back to reality. Looking up the next one was truly being poured into the hole with the same care one gives to a trash bin. Stuffing the next treasure into her sack of wonders Lou made sure it was gingerly enough as not to disrupt the others with the new. Once safely away she began to stand back up ready to watch the next act unfold. Standing there hands resting on the bars before her she waited patiently now knowing that this beast would not disappoint.

With each passing scene of the acts, Lou's heart danced just a little more each time. All the different pieces she now has to add to her collection, she can truly be picky for once in her life, this thought made her heart skip a beat ever so gently. Her eyes sparkling and gleaming hidden behind her mask smiling ear to ear over the whole matter. If only if only someone could see just how much glee this was truly filling her heart with they might have to question who is more damaged the exploded corpses or the one seeking the remains.

Each act signifying its end with the same means taking slightly different courses each time. Then it all came to a bloody end, just like that. There was no warning no one to shout this would be the last round which she thought was rather rude of them. With the final explosion in the ring, the performance was now at an end. Working now on removing the star of the show they began the vigorous cleaning project. By this point, the crowd of drunks had dispersed to the next performance. Truth be told after the tenth gent the crowd was beginning to thin, either with over intoxication or just plain boredom. 

With what appeared to be the last gent on his dopey little way the cleaning crew swooped in handling the situation like any great scavenger would. They took everything and made sure there was no spec of what had just occurred in this space for any to find. The only issue is no one thought of checking the collection bin before they hauled it off. Once Lou got sight of what was going to be done with all these precious specimens in various states she just couldn't let all these pretties get away. This might be the largest payload she might ever come across, only question was did she bring enough bottles?

Blending in with the bars of the cage her once green cloak saturated to the point it was rather hard to distinguish them apart. Lou not being very tall, rather average by more standards and a bean pole to boot she blended quite well. This was a skill she had honed from an early age solidifying her ability to hide from the terrible monster. Blending with the fellow poles made into bars she waited for the perfect moment, then it happened. Some silly cleaners had placed the master trash bin right next to her! This was a stroke of luck and a sign in her eyes, these things wanted to be part of her collection. She could feel them wanting to be in her possession as if no other place else would do.

Making sure no one had eyes on the large bin with a smirk she scaled up the side of the receptacle and hoisted herself in. There was a low whoosh sound that rang out as she hit the bottom. It felt as though they had yet to collect too much of the set just yet. Rubbing her hand across her now sore bottom she sat there in among the largest human anatomy puzzle of the century. That was when it began raining more pieces to add to the jumbled mess as Lou waded out in among the debris. She was in pure heaven there was no doubt. Collecting and cataloging every part of the human body you could think of only taking the best of the bunch. Pawing through the new piles as they came raining down exchanging what she thought was the best for the next best constantly switching out.

This hunt for the best sample continued on for quite the time, to the point she never did take notice to when they stopped supplying her with the next findings. It wasn't till a familiar feeling started to wash over her, one she was not too happy about. This feeling meant only one thing, she was being moved. For some reason, Lou was never great at being transported by others, herself that's fine, but never anyone or anything else should ever move her. It could have been the result of something the monster left her branded with, or could have just always been. Lou wasn't really sure, nor cared; all she knew was that she was going to need a bag or bucket.

Surveying her surroundings she began scouring for something to hold what was about to come spilling out. As luck would have it, they seemed to have tossed all the collection buckets in the back with the parts, this was great. Pulling her mask to rest once more on the top of her head she made her way to the nearest one. Stepping between the pieces swaying from left to right with cheeks full hand pressed to her lips so as not to let the damn break. That was when they seemed to have hit a bump sending Lou into the air cartwheeling to the next side tossing her head straight into the opening of a bucket. The sudden stop seemed to have been enough to break the dam.

Head now stuck in the bucket Lou was trapped, her gates opening as it released the floods of bile and half-digested meals. The smell now within the close quarters mixed with it sloshing about made her produce even more. Now the third hurl in still stuck in the bucket another bump was knicked sending Lou flying once more bucket and all. On her landing, it seemed to have been enough force to loosen the sides of her foul-smelling prison. Her head slipping out hair asunder dripping with digestion juices looking rather unimpressed.

Sitting among her pretties bucket between her knees each bump causing the next wave of dry heaves to commence. What felt like an eternity of pure suffering the destination had been reached. The whole bin shook with the cease of movement causing the last of Lou's sickness. Taking a cloth from her bag she began to wipe all the vomit from her face attempting to blot out what she could from her hair. Moving the bucket to a safe location where it would not tip she began to get back up. A little wobbly from all the strain she was just undertaking her a few steps to get all the feeling and strength back in her legs. 

Once ready she put her bag back on under her cloak, mask pulled down and hood up she was ready to set off. This was still a foreign land to Lou after all she had no inkling as to where she could be. Scaling back up the wall proved to be a much harder task from inside than it was out. The blood seemed to leave a slime covering the walls making traction damn near impossible. On the bright side with a little rope and her grappling hook and a whole lot of ingenuity, she was finally 

Landing on the ground almost falling back against the bin she regained balance looking around trying to figure out where she might be. Not terribly sure what place she had been dropped off in taking out her lantern she began down the path that would lead away from the ring. I Got this far on dumb luck, I mean what's the worst that could happen? Plus if I'm lucky this could lead to where that beautiful dragon might be kept at. Dragon scales could prove rather useful and of such great size no one is going to miss one or fifty…? she thought to herself as she continued on down the way.

Continuing down the corridor dancing and humming to herself she was rather proud of her bag full of bits and pieces from various donors. Her lantern's glow dancing across more rows of iron bars the deeper she went. Stopping to inspect the odd cage down the lane each one void of any living creatures it seemed as though this might be where the challengers would be held between matches. That was when she stumbled upon the most wondrous of sights making her heart skip a beat once more. She stumbled upon the home of the slumbering beast. The beast seemed peaceful as it rested laying there stuck in yet another iron cage.
“Now isn't this just the cutest thing you'd ever laid eyes on!” She squealed under her breath placing her lantern down approaching the bars carefully. She didn't want to disturb the great beast slowly making her way closer as she placed her hands on the bars of the enclosure, 
“What a beautiful sight this is indeed. I wonder what stories you would tell… I wonder so much about you…” muttered Lou as the cool metal slid between her fingertips.

Holding the lock in her hands she examined it from top to bottom looking at all aspects of the mechanism. Placing her bag on the ground she riffled threw looking for her tools. Plucking a small leather pouch from the bowels of her sack opening the pouch to reveal her picks. Choosing ever so carefully she found what she needed picking the lock back up she slid the tools into place. Holding the lock close to her ear she began setting off to work listening to the slightest of sounds. With the ease of a pro each tumbler falling into place with a small click, she had solved the problem before her.

Clicking the lock open carefully sliding it off the loops of the heavy chain she began to unweave it from its home. Piece by piece she had it all unwrapped laying to one side the lock still open hanging from one of the rungs. Sliding the door open gently little low creaks being let out as the old metal moved enough for Lou to slip inside. Her body now shaking not with terror, but anticipation she slowly approached the beast. Each breath becoming warmer with each step she took till she was right next to where the middle of the tail sat. Curled around her back legs Lou was taking a risk, though in her mind all great discoveries are made from taking great risks. 

At first she just simply crumbled before the mighty beast overcome with excitement. She had to stop for fear of brimming with so much elation at what was before her worried she may make the wrong move. She just simply sat there memorized by the sheer beauty of what was now just inches from her reach. 

Dreams are said to symbolize things the parson has gone through. Though some dreams are messages from the parsons conscience and some messages from the parsons friends or family. What this dream was was anyone's guess but to turas it was real. It was of the past and yet some was like a message her sister would give. 

It was wet and cold she was in human form tied and placed on the floor. Pirates were talking to the one known as Silvertail and the one they called her pet. Turas had been caught as the spy she was and Silvertail had both rejected her and left her to die. Mom had left her to die because she was not a good enough spy, because she had been caught. The pet, her sister, was a bit slower to leave yet she still left. The place changed to the last place turas and aqua had met. The forest of bamboo and fog with both in true dragon form. The speech her sister gave that left her confused yet somewhat conferred. Than the last few hours of fighting played but she was the victims being ripped apart. Her sister was in the crowd shaking her head.

Than it was just her, her sister, and the cage. The young white dragon on top of her teath showing. "You have brought this on your self. Make me a promise, you shall not harm the next person whom you see And I will spare you." She said, turas only nodded just before the darknessof closing jaws awaken her.

To the out parson watching movement increased untell she had actually awakened. She had awaken in a sudden jolt. In a swift move the slumbering dragon had sat up almost screaming. Her blood pressure rose as she looked around. Filling the presents of a human she turned looking at them than the open door. She at first growled but stopped as her promise was reminded. A voice would enter lou's head if she allowed it. She only promised one and she still wanted blood. 

"I will spare you on one condison, you get everyone you can back into the place I was just battling in. Tell the people that the black terror will go against another dragon. Get all you can there in one hour." Turas smiled. 

Watching as the eminence creature was laying there slumbering she sat there observing with a scroll in hand and quill flying. She was making notes on her first ever dragon sighting knowing this would be valuable information at a later date. While deep in scribe something made her skip in stroke. 

She perked her head up from her work, she looked straight at the creature in awestruck. Blinking a few times cocking her head to the side,
“You spoke without speaking. Is that something all your kind share, or is it something that is type specific? I have so many questions, my mind is like a cauldron overflowing with curiosity… Have you always been known as the Black Terror?” She finished as she began to look around the room. Head turned,
“May I grab my lantern over yonder way so I may have a better gander on your beautiful face?” she asked the great creature.

With her bag to her side, she reached hand deep into the bowels of the sack muttering a small incantation under breath which gave her the power to reach between places. Rooting around for a few moments with a small,
“Aha! I've found it!” she exclaimed while well on her way pulling her hand back from the far reaches of the burlap seems. With her appendage came a curious bought of things; a blanket, a simple looking tea set, some rather dry biscuits lastly a rather haggard arm. Placing all the items to the side for the moment keeping the blanket in hand. Lou began to unravel the shabby fabric across the floor while straightening out the corners. Once that was over it was down to the tea, setting up two cups and saucers with spoons to the side she began pouring the odd liquid.
“It's something I tend to enjoy myself, not sure if it's to your liking or not… It's a type of cold tea made from a variety of fragrant herbs. I do have a bit of honey if you'd like to sweeten it to your tastes… if you enjoy that sort of thing…” trailing off reaching down to the side to get the next piece ready. Placing two stales biscuits on the plate placing it next to the cup of tea,
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Exclaiming once more as she reached for the last piece of the pile, the haggard arm. Placing that too in front of the beast,
“I thought you might like it, and well I did take three just in case,” Lou replied smiling while she grabbed her biscuit. Crumbs would fall away as she knocked against her cup shaking loose all the free ones. Satisfied now dunking it in the sweet treat getting rather comfy. 

A few bites in,
“I was thinking over what you had asked of me….and honestly I've never been too terribly good at creating a ruckus… I mean I could give it a try, but who would be willing to listen to me” She asked the great beast while pointing to the vomit still clinging to chunks of hair and skin alike.
“What do you propose I do to strum up some buzz on your behalf? I mean with the eminence knowledge you have acquired over your many years you must know of something? I trust you give me the greatest of advice.” She inquired between sips. Sitting there across from the great beast munching away on her snack cocking her head from side to the other not knowing what questions she could ask next.
“You spoke without