They’d disturbed the creature when they moved it. He startled some but a few were brave enough to remain close with him groaning his discontent, Basile leading them. It was still for a while, coiled there beside the fire after they finished carrying it up the staircase. Basile heard it and then watched as it unfurled. He had waited a little expectantly, thinking this might be some redemption test for him and the curse might finally be lifted. They’d treated some things the same in the past, and maybe some of it was that old witch playing tricks on him but he didn’t think so in this. Something would have happened by now, but still the creature remained. Likely just what he appeared to be, which was interesting in its own right.<br/><br/>“I would not say that you are common to these woods. Had he chased you far and wide?” Basile was quite familiar with his territory and most of the creatures within it.<br/><br/>“He will be back to cause me grief, I do not doubt that,” he commented with another sip as if only mildly inconvenienced. A hunter like that was made up of obsession. That was easily recognized based on his target of focus; something so unusual.<br/><br/>“What might he had done once he captured you? Did he want you alive?” he asked curiously. He’d wounded him severely, something that could potentially have been deadly if care to aim was not taken. The man could not have been an expert on the creature’s anatomy either to pick and choose what was vital and what would slow it down. Not even Basile’s own library contained such illustrations. Such a thing was an enigma to him.