It was the dead of night, aka 12:30, and Maxwell was up to something nefarious.
He locked his doors, closed the drapes, and checked up on the once-was-captive.
"Ready to go" said the Corporal, who was wearing one of Maxwell's spare two piece suits.
"So quick question, how are we leaving?" Said the Corporal
"Through the thick woods, following our general sense of direction" said Maxwell
"Obviously I'm gonna have to carry you most of the way because of your leg injury, sorry I couldn't do much for it"
"No, you already done enough, it's fine let's go."
And thus began their surprisingly calm stroll through the woods, or really stroll and carry through the woods.
Basked in moonlight, surrounded by trees, they make idle conversation while sure of the absence of ears and eyes.
"How are you gonna come by to visit me, aren't you the only doctor. I doubt they would let you go at any moment" questioned Lawnsen
"I've gained enough favors to go out by myself, I just haven't used them yet"
"So you'll take leave and come visit me with your favors?"
"That's the plan. It pays to help with whoever needs help. I even keep track of everyone who owes me."
"Huh"
After that, Maxwell kept on walking whilst carrying Lawnsen, piggyback style, but in his head he couldn't help but hear some kind of music playing surrounded by static.
It was hard to hear the music because of the static but it seemed like jazz. This wasn't the first time it happened, in fact it's something that Saudner kept record of as he would try to write down what very few lyrics he could hear.
This inner music also seemed to only appear during a full moon.
'Like I'm some kind of jazzy wear wolf' Saudner mused with entertaining ideas.
It would be another hour or so before they arrive at the village, and when they arrive, Saudner took Lawnsen to a buddy-of-his's-house so he can stay the while.
After a short farewell, Saudner made his way back to the White Fang encampment whilst trying to decipher the blues.
squish* "what the?"
When Saudner looked down at what he stepped on, he didn't know exactly what he was looking at. The 'corpse' looked like a weird contortion of hollow bone and dark miasmic flesh alongside some outer worldly pieces of what he presumed to be tentacles.
Two things went through his mind as he looked at the 'corpse'
1.Thank god it wasn't shit
2. I must study this
Luckily he always bring an empty vial for studying purposes so he scoops up what he can of the 'corpse', which was surprisingly easy as the flesh was almost gelatin in texture, and then marked the location so he could revisit before going back his way.
He hold up the vial up to the moon as he thinks to himself, "What cataclysmic discoveries will I uncover"
"Only the moon can say"
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