She flinches, a bit horrified at the sight, especially watching it decay in front of her, barely holding in the contents of her breakfast, though she refrains from comment. Daminor doesn't bother try and hold it back. Cerul, ever practical, simply says, "Considering its size, I doubt it would fit well, inside."<br/><br/>"Where did you see them? We might be able to follow them, if they took a route that isn't so obvious, and likely trapped."