"Well," she began, not looking at him even once, "it's short. And red. And has teeth that could break your sword in half if it felt so inclined." She crawled toward the bed, her hands flashing light on and off. She normally wouldn't have shown him this side of her, but if her home - her town - was threatened again, she had no choice.<br/><br/>"You see, it's a monster. A disgusting little creature that wants to feast on souls." She finally looked over, motioning toward the bed. "They've started to come to the town a few months ago. And all we can do is fight them off... There's no sign of where they came from or how to stop them except. One." Another inch forward. "By." And one more inch. "One!" She grabbed the quilt, yanking it off.