<div class="floatright">(http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/h418/icsyhyat/40e8c4474627b711a671a193dbb59a47-1.jpg)</div>Tivyrne takes in the scene, the sound of the dying man's screams, though from afar, replaying her head.  The pale sand is stained with fresh, rich blood, and about his corpse are the marks of his thrashing, the rictus on his face of an agonizing death-- the grisly scene is clear "It ate him while he still lived," she says softly.  This is, perhaps, the first time they heard her speak since she stepped onto the boat, and she's doubtfully even recognizable.  Her cloak's long gone, and the salvaged shirt-- probably for a man twice her size-- looks more like a hastily-donned nightgown.  "We must kill it, but perhaps we can follow it home first."