Aurion's boots were the only things that gave any clue that was being devoured alive. He landed face first into the stomach acid below which tingled his skin. The rest of him began to slide out behind him as he tried to make his new living arrangements more comfortable. It was cramped and hot, with not much light. He managed to get one arm free and began punching against the fleshy walls around him.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Better now then never, Quid.'</span>He thought to himself