<div style="text-align: justify;">"I cannot imagine why you think I would be able to explain <span style="font-style: italic">that</span>. They don't <span style="font-style: italic">exist</span>. Of course I haven't had any like reports," Seifr answered Aloth, her smile still frozen in place. Fyr marveled at how she somehow managed to speak clearly while barely parting her lips. The light elf paygan, Tïris, leaned forward to inspect the head with interest.<br/><br/>"Disregarding the fact that you're allowing escaped criminals to run around freely," Seifr continued, "I will agree that solving this problem is in our mutual interest. You," she said, turning her pale eyes towards Siravii, "you say you found this near <span style="font-style: italic">our</span> borders, correct? Did spot anything unusual on your way here? Tracks, strange smells? Do you remember anything else of interest from your encounter with this - thing?"<br/><br/>Tïris had quietly gotten up and walked around the table to stand next to Soma. He opened the head once more with interest; counting the rows of teeth, very carefully placing the tip of a finger against one of them. His expression was one of morbid fascination rather than fear. Fyr had never liked him very much. Tïris was too immersed in ancient stories of war heroes for his liking, and the paygan was an outdated position anyway. Why give it to someone who saw glory rather than horror in battle? He had never gotten around to asking his mother, though Fyr suspected he could guess her reasons easily.<br/><br/>Averting his eyes from the uncomfortable sight of Tïris pulling at the loose skin near the corners of the creature's mouth (revealing yet more teeth in the flesh beneath, to the surprise of no-one), he turned instead back to Siravii with renewed interest. <span style="font-style: italic">An escaped prisoner who fought a monster and lived!</span> It was like the beginning of an excellent story; one where he would then be charged with solving the problem he'd stumbled upon to re-earn his freedom. Fyr couldn't quite prevent a twitch at the corner of his mouth. It was too exciting a thought.<br/><br/>"We could - send a team of our own to investigate the scene," he suggested, opening his mouth for the first time since entering the room. He looked at Aloth with a smile that was much more genuine than his mother's. Both Seifr and Tïris' eyes shot towards him, but neither party interrupted. Fyr took this as encouragement and continued. "If you will agree to your prisoner aiding us in this, I'm sure we could discover something of value."</div>