[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]                   found himself not liking the prospect of retreat, despite the risks involved with staying, but he said nothing. Not at first. For a time he simply listened, though after taking in Moira’s initial steps to investigate–including her tasting the beast’s blood–Farren turned his attention elsewhere. He slowly scanned around them, though he couldn’t see far past their huddle due to the fog. After a moment–as Ophelia and the others spoke–Farren closed his eyes and focused on the sounds he could hear, and just as relevantly…what he [i]didn’t[/i].

Sadly, not much stood out to him, only the drone of machinery, voltaic or otherwise, the sound of muffled voices, grunts, and bodies moving beyond the safe walls of nearby buildings. The faint shifting of avian forms–feathers and claws both–which certainly originated from the crows they’d seen on almost every nearby structure.

Farren took a deep breath, but smelled only the blood and viscera of the courtyard intermingled with the acrid aromas of the industrial ward. Farren relaxed slightly, but not because he felt safer, rather to save energy. Maintaining too much tension was a tiring thing, so he endeavored not to, difficult as it was with all the strangeness that surrounded them.

Opening his eyes as Moira finished dismissing the concerns of the other new hunters, Farren glanced at Ophelia, then Torquil, before looking back to Moira.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“There was a factory back where we started, seemed…particularly odd, similar feathers nearby, though smaller,”[/b][/color] he offered, perhaps giving her somewhere to look, a place to start her investigation since she seemed done with the courtyard already. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“I’ll be headed there as well,”[/b][/color] he added, half turning, his eyes seeming to pierce through the fog to stare back in the direction they had come. In his mind’s eye, he pulled upon the turns of their trek to the courtyard–or plaza perhaps. It was hard to say precisely what purpose this area held given how much context the fog obscured.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“After that…not sure, but the hunt beckons, and I’d rather like more echoes before we’re forced to face whatever manner of monstrosity did this.”[/b][/color]