At first, Frythwall was lost in the depths of the labyrinth as he prowled its twisting corridors and disorienting chambers. But he thought back to the words spoken to him when he arrived and focused. He closed his eyes and paused for a moment; something the gibbering monster rarely took the time to do. He smelled the air and took in the vibrant mixture of wet stone and must with distant traces of blood and sweat from long ago. He let the scents fill his nostrils and try to speak their secrets to him. His claws suddenly tightened against the ground, his nails scraping into the floor as he caught a fresh scent. A woman.<br/><br/>He was so excited he spoke to himself as he continued sniffing at the air harder, eyes still shut, little sniffles interrupting his words. "<strong>Human...girl...20's...mmm yes yes...strong...and...and scared...</strong>" he said this last word, extending the syllables with delight. His tongue flicked out at the air as if he could taste the fear he was describing. He focused in on the scent more deeply, and he gripped the stone so hard that it cracked and crumbled in his claw beneath it. He felt his blood start to churn, his muscles tighten, his heart start to race. The scent consumed him as he became enraged and aroused at the same time. No longer could he focus. He bolted down the hall; he knew the way to her now. He would have her.<br/><br/>He tore down the passages, darting left, then right as he reached each intersection. He was closing in on the girl now. He slipped and scrambled a bit, his eagerness getting the better of him. Then, in the distance, he saw a figure. There she was, beautiful and deliciously lost. The echoes of his pattering claws against the stone alerting her to his presence as he charged towards her. He did not care if she saw him coming. "<strong>Tremble before Frythwal!</strong>" he shouted recklessly as he leaped towards her.