Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
That something awful sure smelled like something dead, though Ariel held her tongue on that observation. She had hoped coming here and focusing on the event would distract Anna, improve her dampened mood, but there was something about this place that the mermaid didn't like. Though that could be said for, well, almost any establishment here in Marrowood, so she kicked the feeling and focused on the mission at hand - scavenging the place for anything nifty (and shiny, a side-mission she had for personal gain) to use.
Then there was a noise, if you could even call it that. Screeching, crying, screaming - the kind of sound that made nails clawing down chalkboard sound like a lullaby. The kind that blew your eardrums and made them bleed, and at that instant, Ariel dropped everything in her arms to cover them. "What is that?!"