Investigation

This time it seems like I'm waking up before Egan, my bladder is begging me to evacuate everything I've had the night before, and she's not the only one giving me a signal that I need to evacuate.

I would have liked to get up slowly so as not to wake Egan, but he is glued to me. He's a steamy oven! I wouldn't have to worry about chilly nights by these sides.

As expected, as soon as I try to sit up, he wakes up and yawns. I swallow when I see the size of his mouth and those two rows of teeth clearly visible before pushing him hard.

"Ugh! This breath! You smell really bad! That's what you get from eating corpses…OUCH!!! »

Will you ever stop biting me!? It's not my fault if you have a scavenger's breath! Besides, you really hurt me...

I rub vigorously the arm he bit me but I stop dead. My eyes widen when I see his body twitching, mouth open, teeth showing. It makes a sound that is hard to describe... Like the rubbing of scales audible in a jerky way...

"Egan…Did you just laugh?" » And for answer he looks me straight in the eye, still glued to me seeing that we are still on the bed and he yawns again.

"Egan! You smell like death!" I scream then push him away, hurrying out of the room while holding my breath. On the way up the stairs, I can hear his laughter behind my back again.

Arrived at the bottom, when I think I have escaped this olfactory torture, the smell that assails me is even worse. This time, I almost vomit. What a brilliant idea we had to put a corpse in an enclosed space…

I go outside as soon as possible because I urgently need to breathe fresh air and I also have needs that I must meet quickly.

Once my business is done I come back to the front of the house and can hear the sounds of chewing. Egan doesn't seem in the least bothered by the smell... Barely up, he starts to devour the wolf's corpse again... An attitude worthy of my stomach on its feet.

I leave him to his business and resume my exploration of the village.

I have been looking for several hours now while the little hamster is sleeping peacefully. He fell asleep after feasting on the wolf. You have to believe that when he's neither hungry nor thirsty, he no longer feels the need to wake me up at dawn or mentally harass me.

For my part, I found women's clothes that vary from the size of an infant to a size of 110cm or 120cm maximum. As if once they reach a certain age, they disappear or are simply moved elsewhere.

The few clothes I found show that there have been only two young girls or three recently, depending on the number of spare outfits, it's difficult to estimate since I haven't found anything except the clothes that can belong to a child. There are no toys and no names on the clothes.

On the other hand I found a lot more adult women's clothing, there must have been at least 10 women here.

As for men, I only found one set of children's clothes so probably mine and much less men's clothes than women's, I didn't even find a single armor.

This village was mostly populated by women with a few children but they didn't seem allowed to stay after a certain age. A few of these women's husbands had to sleep here from time to time but it wasn't their main accommodation as I only found one basic outfit per maximum household and no other personal belongings.

I couldn't find any armor and the paintings I found are in such poor condition that I can't guess anything from the artwork.

I found bows but they are unusable, I tried to bandage one, it broke in my hands. Most of the tools are just as useless, I underestimated how long this village has been abandoned. I can't be sure, but the village must have been empty for at least a century, judging from the state of personal affairs that I have been able to find.

When a tool or a work or anything of value has been created it is protected with our magic, and even the most neglected elf could leave his sword outside for many years before the magic wore out and the he tool begins to suffer the wear and tear of time and the environment.

Such a mundane spell on such a small object should have lasted a very long time. I'm pretty sure of my theory.

I don't know what happened, but it's not a prison like I thought it was, nor a place where you throw renegades. But it is clear that I cannot count on receiving help. We are alone in this village and it is far too dangerous to explore too far just yet.