Arcturus frowned at the condition of the finely garbed body. Nothing about the wounds made sense. They didn't line up at all with the damage to the attire, and they didn't look like any he'd seen before. Hundreds of small lesions in the skin, slowly mending alike to the injuries of the sleeping patients in the previous room. Stranger still, it looked as though they were all exit wounds. It was as if something within the man's own body had attempted to rip him inside out.

It seemed to Arcturus a miracle that this man had survived such injuries, though perhaps it had something to do with the pool of blood surrounding him. The viscous, scarlet liquid that their unnamed reinforcement was steadily lapping from the floor. A sight which the youthful foreigner found distinctly revolting. Though it did not dissuade him from carefully extracting the mysterious vial from within the man's pouch, examining it for a moment between his slender fingers. The substance within bore that same pleasant hue as that which was strewn across the room.

Indeed though the sight of an incapacitated man drinking his own blood was a disturbing one, it made a twisted kind of sense. Arcturus did not take long to decide on what he would do with that vial. Heavy as it felt in his hand. Oddly [i]tempting[/i] though it seemed. Carefully he removed its transparent top cap, revealing the thin needle beneath, before gently pushing it into the other man's thigh. Where he knew an artery was located.

He could hear the words of Marcus behind him as he carried this out, nodding in confirmation while his piercing gaze fixed curiously on the vial. Watching to see if it would have any effect. Those eyes quickly shifted past it to the other body, however, as Arcturus assumed the blood would take time to work. If it did anything at all.

[color=00aeef]"I'll secure the bell, too."[/color] He called back, rising to his feet and taking the couple steps towards the object in question. Lying next to the bisected corpse of the absurdly tall figure dressed in black. It was certainly different from the towering beast they had faced earlier, yet he got the impression it was something other than human. His gaze did not linger long upon it, though. Arcturus felt apprehension nag at the back of his thoughts as he knelt down next to the bell, inspecting it while taking care not to touch the thing.

Working out an idea to pick it up without any unwanted ringing, the young man tore a piece of cloth from the robe of the corpse next to him, glancing hesitantly at the ethereal little man before finally reaching his hands out towards the bell it was investigating. As if seeking encouragement from the equally anxious looking being. With a focused care Arcturus slowly stuffed the sinister object with the cloth, hopefully ensuring that the clapper would not be able to strike the inner surface of the bell.

[i]“Glance calmly upon the lantern's pale gleam,
and find safe haven within the Hunter's Dream.”[/i]

The sound of muttering drew his attention back to Marcus, the spectral scroll, and the unusual lamp sticking up from the ground. [i]Hunter's Dream.[/i] There it was again, that mention of hunters. Everything that had happened so far seemed to revolve around that title. The strange attack, the astounding physical feats, and now seemingly these odd little things and their lamp. Arcturus couldn't even begin to work out the how or why of it all. As his thoughts raced he remained silent, tucking the bell away in his coat's left pocket.