My driver had to stop outside of the dungeon ahead, for fear of moving closer to the source of the disfigured boar-man located outside. What could have caused such a transformation in what I can only hazard a guess at as previously being a man? Strips of gold swirl around the body, through the hair, on the skin, and traces could be seen inside the mouth now agape and gathering flies. I tipped my driver and he headed off back in the direction of town. I suppose that the dungeon is the only logical destination now... since there isn't really a suitable location to set up camp outside or make arrangements before heading in... oh well.
Just before the disfigured form on the ground rested a taxi car, doors ajar and trunk open. The window had been smashed in, or maybe smashed out? Smashed out seemed to make more sense since the fragments of glass - the likes of which seemed to have previously belonged to the now obvious hole in the windshield - now lay on the hood. At a glance I could tell it had been rifled through by someone in search of something as the various compartments inside were open and their contents strewn. There were even marks on the ground hinting at the likelihood that someone had probed the undercarriage for what it was that they were after.
Whether it was robbers searching for valuables or an owner seeking a lost item, I couldn't tell, but the search had been thorough. The trunk was also, and notably so, empty. Devoid of any material. Pristinely kept even. You could have eaten from the floor of it (assuming you liked traces of carpet fuzz, I guess... the point is that it was super clean). It looked like whoever it was had vacated, anyway, so I didn't mind checking the cab myself. Judging by the amassing flies on the pig-type-man's gilded body the place hadn't been frequented lately, and that the clothes near him were of a driver of some sort, and that my cabby seemed fairly frightened by the scene, I was willing to wager that no one had seen or heard anything about this (or simply not cared, or was too afraid to believe it maybe?) and so no one would really mind my going through the things of a person dead and without interested relations.
Curses. It looked like it really was stripped of anything useful to anyone other than a cab driver. There was mini-LED located in the glove box so I hooked that onto a belt loop, but not much else... Not even a rope or breakdown kit! Either the people who were here before me took everything of value or this cabby was seriously ill-equipped to deal with whatever event might occur... I hope this guy was a AAA member ... -_-
I set off towards the dungeon ahead, satchel slung over my shoulder, staff in hand, gun in holster, and heavy sighs out of the way. Stepping over the poor bastard who looked like he was once a person, I marched over the entrance, contemplative. What fate awaited me if the ugly, dead mug of that were-boar-thing was any indication of the average end met those whose curiosity gripped them more than their wits?
Mostly I was thinking about how much more ironic it would be if his curiosity had him turned into a feline form. Then I hummed happily at my self-amusement. The world is a funny place if you're willing to listen to it's jokes ^^
Until my Muse strikes next,
(preferably without the involvement of spiky objects)
Reggie