We marched to the very center of the City, thats where the blood and the tracks end. My father suggests groups of five to scout the surrounding buildings. If the beast

has taken refuge, it would be in one of these buildings. After a small briefing, a few words of courage, we began our operation. I lead my squad to the central building,

the doors was already open. I found a single drop of blood. The creature must have taken Bjarni through here. We enter the building. Our Archer and Gun-lance crew

took defensive positions behind some pillars. The rest of us proceeded forward. I've never held on to my Jaw Blade handle so tightly. I have fought against many beasts

before. But in this place, I actually had a large sense of fear. We venture deeper into the building. We brought the scout flies to illuminate the darkness of the halls. There

are murals of beings in this place, a few statues as well. We finally get a good look of who these people were. They look kind of like wyverian, with human traits, slightly

larger eyes than normal and a slightly elongated neck. As much as we would like to observe the art, we press on, looking for our missing comrade. We continue deeper

into the building. Then something strange occurs. The scout flies, especially the Blue ones, refuse to proceed any further. I step ahead of the flies. The air smells very

foul, like a dead carcass. We light several torches. There is a sound, there is something up ahead. Suddenly we hear a moan, more like a gasp. We pick up the pace. We

see a body, slightly submerged in a pool of water. It's Bjarni! We pick him up. He feels incredibly light in weight. Then we hear it. A strange like screech, that echoes

though the halls. We had to go, right now! We trail back. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder, peering into the darkness, It sounds like the creature is keeping its

distance. I could see its eyes, glowing red like hot embers. We run as fast as we can, the exit is not far up ahead. We finally make it outside. We barricade the doors. We

use flares to signal the others. It took sometime but they came. My Father looked at Bjarni. State of his body made us all cringe. He had two puncture wounds on each

side of his neck arteries. You can see the outlining of his skull in his face. His eyes sunken deep into his head. His body smelled putrid. Several moments later, he died.

We improvised a stretcher and placed him on it. We trek back to the camp. Fraeryra saw us arriving. I immediately went up to her. She wanted to see her husband. The

only words of comfort I could tell her was, "You don't want to see this". That didn't stop her. Unlike her Wyverian people who share a calm, unusual demeanor, she was

head strong and brash. She demanded to see her husbands body. So we let her. She removed the hood off his face, she places her hand across her mouth. She takes a

calm deep breath. She approaches me and ask "What will you do with him?". I inform her that we will conduct a funeral and burial rites. She would allow it, unless she

gave him a Wyverian Funeral. We didn't argue with her request. It took some time but we all gathered for the funeral. I have never seen a Wyverian funeral, for they are

usually a private affair. We laid his body in the earth. After she spoke some words in her wyverian language, we buried him. I need some time for myself. I over look the

ruined city. Whatever took him, I believed that it may return. The dusk is at hand. The sky is a magenta-red. There is a small meeting to set up a night watch over the

encampment. We began building a defensive barrier of long makeshift spears surrounding the camp. We also set trip wire traps to snare the beast that hunts us. The

Whole camp is armed. Even with the Night Watch, I doubt anyone may sleep properly tonight.