HP: 661/661 | MP: 567/567 | SP: 630/630
"Huh. Underground dwelling Reptoids that kidnap people." Now why does that sound familiar? Then the memory hit him. A summer in his youth where he and his bros tagged along with Mr. Miller on one of his town famous cryptid hunt. He wasn't a loonie like other believers in the paranormal, far from it actually, but he was Wakeford's biggest enthusiast. Raime smiled at the memory. Nothing like hanging out with his bros and seeing if the paranormal did exist in their world. And the sodas they got as a participation reward was a definite plus too. Nothing did come out of those monthly 'hunts' other than Raymond discovering his liking to hikes and that one time they found some guy's porn stash. Heh. Good times.
Blinking a couple of times in rapid succession, the one armed scout returned his attention back to the priestess in distress. "Ah yes yes. Snake people who spit venom, hypnotize weak willed folk, and can shapeshift." He said to cover that he had only been half-listening to the description and dangers of lamias while he was reminiscing good memories. Lamias were dangerous but they've faced worse foes...like that giant centipede woman or those five zombonis. And that was when they were severely under-levelled to boot!
But underestimating the threat is a good way to die fast, so Raime took note that these lamia must have good reason to live in the deep fog and not be wiped out by the other denizens of that nightmarish land. He'd look to Amulak as he was the only one who managed to reach the Blasphemed Tunnels in the group that he knew. "Hey. Did you see anything suspicious in the tunnel when you got the...class? Particularly something snake people-y kind of suspicious?" He said in a hushed tone. He wasn't sure how NPCs would react to the knowledge that there was a necromancer immortal amidst them and he didn't want to find out while they were in the middle of the city.