[ The footsteps get louder - and then the shrieking starts. It's almost... it's almost like laughter, like a pack of hyenas cackling at top volume, screaming for blood. They crash and clang and clatter down the corridor of stone, and Royce instinctively moves back against the far wall, expression frightened.
Nim doesn't move, but he does take Royce's wrist, holding it. There's another shriek, and then - snuffling, by the entrance to the crevice. ]
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Nim doesn't move, but he does take Royce's wrist, holding it. There's another shriek, and then - snuffling, by the entrance to the crevice. ]