Masilalt was in a good mood. He carried a bottle of schnapps as he walked through the park, payment for his help in a ritual earlier in the day. He managed to get a few souls bound to his name in the past week, too; things were going better than usual. He sat down on a bench in the park, observing people who walked by. It was a good place to find the homeless people of the city, and they were the easiest to get souls from. When he offered them a house and financial security, he rarely found one who didn't accept it.
The Alp heard muttering and looked around, seeing someone hunched over and shaking. He didn't know what was wrong with them, but decided to approach them and find out. "Is something wrong with you?" Maybe if they were desperate enough, he could get something from them.