Bearclaw Valley viridis

no sound came, and none seemed likely to follow. "he said he was from here," germanicus pressed in a gruff voice that cut off at the sight of a shadow slinking forward. a ghoul in wide daylight, lips nicked with tiny scars and the staring gape of an empty socket boring his way.

"i was asking after a man named ico," germanicus repeated, straightening beneath the nauseating stab of the haggish stare. his own gaze fell to the silent staring crimson girl, and then he forced its return. "is he present among you?"