"Hello, Miss Craft." She's barely gotten the little tree hefted out of the ground, using it like a stick to swat the thing with, when she can already start to feel it. The hunger. She knows if the general populace hadn't been run off, they'd be staring more than usual -- well, of course they would, but even without the spectacle of monster-fighting, she figures.
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