Loka threw up her hands, the fog trailing the motion in swirling, eerie patterns.

"The knights hand you a young woman, and you are miserable," she said, "You find three dead bodies torn to pieces on a road in the middle of the night, you cannot stop smiling!  That is what.  Now I am here again, [i]helping,[/i] actually, and you are miserable again!"

She gestured to the slaughter with both hands, palms up.

"If it will bring you cheer, then tell me about this creature."