Linda rubs her massive and overcrowded stomach in disappointment over the lost sustenance. Course if tales of 'The Ravenous Doom' wind up reeling in the Blackscales as a whole because of fear in a new boogeyman the region will be better off as a whole. However that does nothing to soothe Linda's unsated gluttony in the now. If anything, his escape from being part of her feast has only made her feel hungrier despite freshly gorging on three other Blackscales, in addition to having already eaten two previously. A hunger that leaves her entertaining the thought of filling up on the fallen Blackscales around the encampment. But there's little difference between going cold and the onset of rigor mortis, so that can wait until after snacking on some fresh ones presumably defending the rest of the temple.<br/><br/>To that end Linda makes her way toward and eventually down the hall to remaining part of the temple. Sadly, being driven by gluttony does little to alleviate the effects it has on one's mobility. So it's going to take her awhile to catch up.