A moment of silence... thats what Marmalade noticed. She could actually hear the low chatter from Seles. It was unusual, but a blessing at the same time as it helped her figure out how to get back to town. Quickly, she stood and gathered up her equipment before heading toward the sound of voices. The silence in the forest was unnerving, she knew something was wrong. The beast must have been on the move.

It didn't take long for her to reach the town. In the dusky glow, you could tell just how bad the damage to the city and people was. Buildings sat quiet, their occupants either dead or dying in the clinic. Even at this hour, most towns were still bustling with business. Here, the streets were dead, those still able to move locked in their homes or drinking away the previous attack at the inn.

Marmalade knew better than to drink alcohol. Being half merfolk, it could kill her. Her tail twitched in frustration. The inn was probably a good place to start gathering information about the attacks.

As Marmalade walked toward the doors, she could hear parents hushing their children's frightened whimpers. A wave of sadness for these folk came over her.
'These kids didn't deserve to live in fear.' she thought until one of the little mongrels threw a half molded piece of bread at her. She knew better than to make a scene, but she also wanted to avoid it in the future. Marmalade sighed and put on her best scary face and glared in the direction the projectile came from. A small group of children stood around a scowling woman. The one who threw the bread hid behind the woman, probably their mother, and Marmalade got an equally sinister look.

"Well, that didn't work.." she said under her breath and walked toward the bar. There were a couple people already there, one looked like a competent warrior. The bartender sneered at her as she approached.
"We don't serve you finners here." His gruff voice seemed to carry through the room with ease, and the inn became much more quiet.

"I am looking for information." Marmalade said while holding up the flier. The man simply grunted and walked away. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the stool.