[Salone]

Lev was quiet for a moment, trying to find a way to phrase what he wanted to say. He finally blurted out what he was thinking, not being able to find a way around his less-than-eloquent speech.

"Yesterday I go down sewer again. To get gun. I hear voice. Not really voice. Whisper. Not understand. But I feel it. Gun is buried under corpses. Of Dybbuk. I...I believe I ate them. Maybe. There is part I do not remember. But I remember chewing on bone. I do not know why. Is that a normal thing? Do other peoples eat things like that?"

He ended his speech with genuine concern on his face, not really clear what people in this part of the world ate. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew there had been more to it than just an overly-distracting appetite.