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Brown hair swayed as Apan nodded at the nervous Mahina with a cordial smile. Then a new victim screams from somewhere turned far too dark. Apan picked his hand crossbow out of the suitcase replacing a jar inside as the body dripped its last bits of monstrous ichor. As the hunter walked past he made a half bow content with the Mahina on guard to get what remained of his flesh sample to a jar of formaldehyde. He put his weapon down by his side and finished separating the square of flesh. Into the jar of formaldehyde is plunked creating a sickening color. Apan hastily screwed the lid on and looked over at Mahina on guard.

Far too much excitement beamed from his green eyes and voice, "Another body perhaps? I'll need to make a proper morgue! The bodies will sour far too quickly!"

Apan's pale face and mismatched blue/green eyes fixed on Bale, "You look like a good supplier! No human bodies however I've no interest in studying them unless they were struck down by hands of nonhuman beings."

Wooden tools and jars clonked as Apan filled his suitcase again. They were all somehow already dry of ichor.