Game: Grab yourself a seat, friend.

Silene waits, patiently. She absently runs her finger across the carvings upon the top of the cane while she mulls Guglug's words and disposition.

Elnorath leans against a nearby wall, contemplating the still form of the Rat King for a few moments "If that thing was some kind of lycan, a shapeshifter, then there may be more nearby. From the stories I have heard they can spread their curse to others, willing or otherwise"

"It would appear that way" Béke says, motioning towards the body.

"Like, you might want someone to go in and clean things up," Silene suggests. "Or at least patch the wall." She will make her way to where the boy is.

Silene knocks on the wall to gather the boy's attention. "How are you feeling?" she asks. "Do you have a name?"

"You live here?" asks Silene. She walks over to the boy, her totems of bone and wood clattering quietly with the movement. When she reaches the boy, Silene tilts his chin, inspecting his eyes and the color of his cheeks. Of course, her ministrations are hardly motherly, rather more like a zookeeper rotely examining a sedated possum.

Silene releases the boy. "Where do you come from?" she asks, hands on her hips.

Elnorath lurks just outside the room, trying to observe the boy whilst Silene talks to him.

"How did you come to be here?" Silene asks, as she mentally places Deadwood Forest on the map of the world, specifically in relation to their current whereabouts.

Silene describes their general location in relative terms to Deadwood Forest. "You've been resting in a tavern, obviously," she says. "Do you recall your journey?"

"I am," Silene answers. "You are familiar with this place?"