Looking down at Xilo's broken mask, smeared with blood, Yuria's Madness found herself once again reminded of the dropped Tomato at the Festival several hours ago, almost a day..

Yuria's Madness: We'll have to get you another

Natasha: another?

Yuria's Madness: Another Tomato, or some fruit.. I know the Turlo diet isn't your--

Natasha: No. I'm not hungry right now. Besides we don't have time.. I want to go into the forests.. The offspring.. They could still be there.

After ambushing Xilo outside the Farmer's Market, Yuria's Madness and Natasha had carried his unconscious body to a small abandoned building between the Festival grounds and Putrid Forest. There they had tortured Xilo for further information.

Yuria’s Madness: The Pools of Langor

Xilo: If you let me live, I promise I won't tell anyone of what transp *cough cough*

Xilo coughs up blood, before he continues.

Xilo: If you let me live, I'll tell you something few know.

Natasha: We aren't seriously --

Yuria’s Madness: Go on Xilo, spit it out.

Xilo: The pools.. The pools aren't clear. The cockatrice cannot bare its' reflection. If the water is clear or if there is an opening for the sun to shine through then it's not the correct pool.

Xilo smiles. Thinking of the information he left out, the deadly..

Natasha takes what little remained of the cruel Trapper's life, feeling confident he can never again cause harm.

Natasha: That stupid fucking smile.

Yuria's Madness: Let's hope he was telling the truth.

They make their way to the Putrid Forests.

To be Continued..