Haunted Wood If you build it, he will come

The maggot stepped out of his warpath. Tatsuya expected no less. His approach had not been a quiet one. As the maggot distanced himself, Tatsuya glowered at him with a tremulous muzzle. Let him stand his ground, let him commit his scent to memory, mentally mark him as a hit. It mattered nothing to the Epsilon  for he was many. Perhaps sensing this, the maggot acquiesced, backtracking from whence he came. Good. Tatsuya watched him leave, staring even after the bastard was long gone. Odor vanished, enmity left him. The spitfire was gone too, safely nestled within her abode. She had absconded with such speed maybe his intervention was redundant. Snorting, Tatsuya turned his back to the Caldera, heading back to Neverwinter Forest.