Wimena's grip on the Orc tightened. "Beast?!" she squeaked. She followed his gaze to a woman gliding over the ocean, her breath catching in her throat. It seemed, no, [i]was[/i] magical. A tiny bit of assurance filled her. She was, after all, surrounded by hardy-looking travelers. Still, the unease from that cursed word persisted in her mind. "Perhaps you can tell us about this..." Wimena gulped nervously as she tried to keep pace with the Constable, "this Beast."