You see, in your encounter with this creature you may have learned something which could be incredibly valuable.”
She looked at me distrustfully, the implications of what I had said sinking in. I reached out and put my hand around her shoulder. This taste in her mouth was like nothing she could place outside of the hint of salt. At her feet the chalk which he had drawn on the ground began to glow a vibrant purple, and heat seemed to come up from the floor at her feet. I believed every word of Rebecca’s story. The tentacles pulled her back down and pressed her against the wall. I greeted her with my most friendly bedside manner and sat myself on her bed beside her. My name is John Dumonte, and I am a member of the Silver Fist. Rebecca sighed and ran her fingers through the crying woman’s hair.
