“You don’t smell like normal humans…” the rat-creature hissed, sniffing in the girls’ general direction as he watched Books’ cower in fear. Rae seemed to be doing a better job of holding herself together, but the remaining lack of a clear answer kept Rae’s calm and collected response from sounding as strong as it could have. “And the villagers called you ‘spirits’, but, you don’t smell like spirits either…”
The creature’s ears then perked up, and, sniffing the air again, its head turned towards the opening that led out into the hallway — where it spotted what appeared to be a male villager wielding a sword. It froze momentarily, like a deer in headlights, before quickly dashing out into the hallway, grabbing Gwazi and drawing him into the chamber, where it quickly pinned him to the wall. “Don’t you blow my cover just yet…” the creature hissed. “I want to finish talking to these girls first. Maybe then I’ll have some fun with your tri-” the beast cut itself off, taking a moment to give Gwazi another quick sniff. “…You don’t smell like one of that tribe.” it spoke, sounding somewhat confused. “You smell more like them…” it continued, glancing over towards the girls.