In the poor side of town away from the nobles and gendermie where those who sleep lay curled about their children spreads rumor of a beast skulking the streets. Mothers tell their children to be back before dark, Fathers yell at family to not dawdle in the night, Gangs weary of the Butchering Beast softly speaking its name. Some Calibans proudly talk under their breathe it is the Beast of the Night one they scared off once or twice only to find brethren's heads on pikes by sewers. Rouges and Scallywags have murmured it is able to mutilate seventeen men with its claws. Some say it fights like a man and others say it is a Beast that Rends banging on the doors of the church for sanctuary. One knows he beast was there are the human bones of its victims laid bare with hardly any flesh claw hands smearing walls and street. Some brag of wounding it some whine of their lost limb but all fear what stalks the city night. Some call it an avenger of the innocent children telling and sharing tales of it slaying gang members and some grumbling it is an evil spirit set to teach them all a lesson. Some even claim it to be a lone Falkovnian to show the city what it will expect of the war to come to discourage the newly built military. Who is to say who is to know but what is that it seeks and it hungers and none wish to be out doors when it does.
