Slum

"A Dungeon Digestor? The hell is that?" Jake repeated with a puzzled look.

The term Dungeon could connote many things, but not a living creature. A Digestor Dungeon would still have made sense in his mind, but he had the hardest time visualizing the opposite.

"I don't know." The refugee showed for the first time his limitations as an informant, and to his anxious tremors he was aware that he had lost his usefulness after revealing all he knew.

Jake did not hold his ignorance against him. He had already learned more than he expected.

"Either of you have anything to add?" He stared blankly at the other refugees in the group in turn, but they all remained silent, including the young woman who had finally calmed down.