[Center][h1]MASTER OF CEREMONIES[/h1][/center]
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[center][h2][color=BCBCBC]SPARROW[/color], [color=ec582c]MILK[/color], & [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]HEMLOCK[/color][/h2][/center]

SPARROW and MILK,
The creature speaks to you. Its voice is like a rasping whisper from a distant place being sent to you via a long tunnel. It is far away from you, but its voice sounds as if it is standing right in front of you. 

"Womb," it said simply, one tendril plucking the arrows from its body bloodlessly and casually crushing their shafts. "Require womb. Must make more." It points a tendril at you, Milk. 

The plastic tape making up its body shudders with a mass of crinkling noises. "Will find another." 

The creature turns away and begins to stalk in the general direction of Steelbird Landing. "More at the Landing..." 

HEMLOCK, You feel Him even as you walk. You detect him, moving in your same direction. You walk now with this avatar of the Maelstrom, even if some distance lies between you now. His un-heart pulses just as yours does, in perfect synchronization. You feel it in your bones.