Rock Hammer took a few bites, but for the most part he left the corpse to the woman. She seemed to want it more than Rock Hammer did, and if he did try to eat it he'd eat all of it even though he had quite a few bits of cadaver just a short while ago. He just watched the woman eat and eat and eat, and when she seemed finished, Rock Hammer ate what she didn't. He ate everything down to the bones, and even those he chewed into a fine powder before swallowing it whole. There was little evidence of the man who was once here, except for the bloodstains and his clothing.<br/><br/>The voices were chattering, but nothing important. They seemed to be distracted by their own interest and weren't paying attention to whatever it was that Rock Hammer was doing. Fine by him. Made it easier to zone them out. Rock Hammer sat there in silence as the woman laid there. As she rested, Rock Hammer took out a small journal. It was a pocket journal, so small that it barely covered his entire palm if he laid it flat against it. But he didn't open it. Instead he stuck it to his nose and started smelling it. The sweet, aromatic scent of various flowers he had collected and pressed from days pasted. There was a slightly rotten spell as some of the flowers had decayed and Rock Hammer never bothered to remove them. But still. He sniffed the sweet scent of his flower book.<br/><br/>Soon he heard the woman speak. She told Rock Hammer that the body was poisoned. He didn't notice; the corpse smelled the same as any other fresh kill. Though he was rather stringy and thin. Not much meat or fat on his body. Rock Hammer also tilted his head when the woman said that Rock Hammer's<span style="font-style: italic">friend</span>said that. He didn't know who she was talking about. Was it Liliana? Was she his friend? Rock Hammer wasn't certain. He hardly knew her. She was nice enough... Rock Hammer certainly wouldn't mind her as a friend. But only if she wanted to be his friend. Finally Rock Hammer heard the woman call herself Darina. That was a name. And for the first time in a long time, she asked Rock Hammer what his name was. It was a long time since anyone wanted to know who he was. It was something that Rock Hammer wanted to know himself.<br/><br/>Reaching to his back Rock Hammer took out his signature Rock Hammer and laid it out to Darina. It was a whopping thirty pound piece of cement with three steel sticks of rebar serving as the shaft and handle. Despite it's crude appearance and make, Rock Hammer has been swinging this weapon around since he first awoken, and it was practically as old and tough as he was. Thus the name.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Rock Hammer."</span>