[color=CC6633][b]"What...is that thing!?"[/b][/color] Steppe Archer asked, visibly confused at seeing that...thing, sloshing towards them slowly. It sounded vaguely like wet slop being poured over and over, or like mud being stepped on. The direction it was coming from was where the rats had been...and the rats hadn't come back this way. 

It was like a mass of disgusting liquid, seeming to know exactly where the group was. [color=CC6633][b]"I think we should go back...I don't know what that thing is, but I don't think we can stab something made of water to death."[/b][/color] The pragmatic hunter in her deemed that a creature she knew nothing about was unbeatable, and with the lack of rats or roaches in this area, it was likely that this thing's territory was clean of them. [color=CC6633][b]"We can double back the other way, and try to find Rats and Roaches elsewhere."[/b][/color]