Aardvale Cleaver-Men
The Cleaver-Man eyed Cia and Saaria with bloodshot eyes. He grit his crooked black teeth and turned away from them, muttering under his breath, "Disgusting..."
He walked away from them, towards the center of the ruined town, where many more were gathered. Past him, a door flew open and a scrawny, naked thing with bulging eyes and massive teeth scampered outside. Another Cleaver-Man followed it, yelling, and brought his foot down on its spine. He drove a metal rod through its neck as it trashed about madly, before growing still.
"FUCKING RATS." He called out, withdrawing the metal rod and wiping the blood off of it. He turned his gaze towards Cia and Saaria, teeth bared and grinding, before returning to his home and slamming his door shut.
This wasn't a very nice town, it seemed.
Gerald Pithers
The center of town was home to a congregation of Cleaver-Men, all mumbling to each other or drinking from some dirt-encrusted mugs. Gerald weaved his way through the crowd, earning no one's attention, and beheld a barrel with several filled mugs sitting atop it.
"AH-HA!" Gerald called out, reaching for a mug. He took it, examined the putrid liquid inside, shrugged, and poured it down his bony gullet.
The liquid fell through his bones and onto the cobblestone below, staining his robes a bit. There were little chunks of what appeared to be rotten fruit mixed into the liquid, some sticking to his bones. Gerald looked down, finally taking a minute to process the fact that he was no longer capable of the consumption of alcohol.
"WELL, PISS." Was his only reaction.
"Thief!" A skinnier Cleaver-Man called out, snatching the mug from Gerald's hand. "The nectar is not for you! It's..."
He paused for a moment, one of his pus-leaking eyes focusing on the mark the Vigil had given Gerald. The Cleaver-Man's eyes widened even more as he shouted, "THE SKELETON! HE'S MARKED!"
All the surrounding Cleaver-Men immediately turned their attention towards Gerald. A particularly large one brandished a hunk of iron with finger holes carved through it, calling out, "CRUSH HIM."
The Cleaver-Men all drew their weapons and approached. Gerald backed away from them with nothing else to say but...
"AW, BUGGAH..."
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