Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

Iliksis seemed to have the best timing. Just as the two women were struck with a dreadful pit inside of their stomachs, he stepped through and saved the day with a few eloquent words. When his nephew introduced him as Rumil and provided him with his own tragic backstory, the piebald devil cracked a nasty grin and drooled all over his paws. “Eheh... cougar,” he babbled like an infant, darting his gaze between the two women with a sharp interest. Both of them had their beauty, but he had never been able to pass on a tender child – one who still had not reached her full adulthood. There was a beautiful innocence in them and he knew that it could be found nowhere else. No matter, he knew that the Apostle required the purity, and so he would always seek it out.

Taking a few swaying steps toward the pair of women, Ithrik eyed the young and pale girl who looked at him with such fear in her eyes. He could feel himself being drawn to them. The pair would make a nice addition to his collection of parts. Though eyes were tasty morsels, the vile hound would have liked a sparkling set like hers. The way that they glimmered reminded him of the warm ocean. He opted to continue his feigned imbecility for them and wiggled his rear a bit to show off a wagging tail.

“Girl has pretty eyes. Rumil likes them. Likes them very much.”

But Ithrik would like them more if they were to slide down his gullet. The devil almost gave himself away with the very thought, as it caused his body to stiffen and his limbs to hold him in place for a moment too long. It was not difficult for the piebald brute to fabricate his lunatic state; when he had gone so long without feasting, it came almost naturally.