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Iskall walks through boatum, they are just on a night time stroll, the light of the huge moon illuminating their path.
They hear a branch snap and look up to see two red eyes watching them from the woods.
The Swedish hermit jumps, “You scared me there Mumbo.” Iskall says, walking up to the eyes.
They watch their every move.
“Mumbo?” Iskall asks, “are you feeling okay?”
The eyes just stare at them.
Iskall takes another step closer, now just a little bit shy of five feet from the woods.
“Is something wrong-”
Mumbo lunges from the woods, fangs extended, mouth open in a hiss.
He pounces on Iskall, his teeth finding their throat, shredding it in an attempt to get as much blood as possible.
The last thing Iskall sees before it all goes dark is the moon, huge in the sky, the image of Mumbo leaping from the woods at him, burned behind his eyes.