Ankyra Sound Let the masquerade begin

Can, she says. The right question to utter if she had known him had been; would he kill in the name of Rusalka.

There was only two words he need to utter in response to her question. With pleasure. He cooed; if only he could express how watching the life drain from someone is what gave the beast life. How he didn't need to be given orders so he could rip into an opponent - and to be given a target was just that much more fun.

Now he had a place to rest his leg, to heal... to plot for his namesake against the woman who forced him to find a safe place to rest. For now he would hide his injury until later...