"I'd.. hic... betterch... freshens Uppsch firsch... hic.. I needsh to taacke a masshive pissssh " says Valerie, putting her hand down her loincloth<br/>"I'll catchs up withs yoush aftersh Magges givesh me some wake up juice"<br/><br/>In the background Maggie starts pouring a vile looking concoction of brown sludge that smells like it would wake a sleeping Histscream.<br/><br/>Lyra leaves the Screaming virgin tavern alone, with a nice buzz going. Her arm freshly bandaged, and her loincloth pouch full of shells to spend. She walks happily along, the fact that she has a new friend buoying her spirits. The early evening air, stirred horribly with the last rays of sunlight.<br/>As she passed by a dark alleyway - she could hear the sound of two screaming women from within -as something vile devoured them in the darkness. There was a glorping, sloshing, bubbling sound ... and then something like a wet farting... Shortly after, the screaming ceased, replaced by a muffled agonized moaning. She couldn't see any of it from her current vantage point - but whatever was going on - she knew that it was nasty... and most likely fatal.