The warehouse edging the dockside of the city gives a sense of peace, privacy, and great space. If it weren't for the constable uniform being worn by the man waiting, it would seem like, at least to Dreadstone and Draco, that they were embarking on walking in on an unlawful gathering; what is found instead are a couple of officers, a few warehouse keepers, and what appear to be a couple, a very tall, stocky dark haired man comparable in natural build to Tiberius but does nothing to come off as a threat, preferring to stand by the woman by him with a loose posture, hands in jacket pockets and constantly shifting feet. The woman in question stands by arms crossed, skin dark much like Stricia's but hair even darker, and is dressed in a formal jacket carelessly paired with working trousers which only show her boots where the hemming has been walked off neglectfully. These two seem to stand the most outside of the scene before you, but close together on their own that they clearly have their own affiliation.
An officer introduces you into the warehouse, lit only by the outside light breaking in. A rancid smell (which Tiberius would quickly identify as death, being the most familiar with slaying) fills the air, making their entry most unwelcome. A watch officer explains, "I wish you had came sooner. Killing this thing is one thing, but letting it rot here for weeks... We could've kept it alive but we didn't want to risk the possibility of it escaping."
Flies scour a draping covering a cube storage. With the help of some workers, they brave the nasty visage and gradually pull off the huge sheet from the top. Just moments after a 'light a torch', colorful flame reflects brilliantly from the monster's shell, which has done well to preserve it though does little to stop its rotting. Maggots can be seen lining punctures thrust into the metallic shell of the beast done to pierce its softer innards.
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