Bum, Bum, Bum. You can feel a strange pulsing from the crest on your abdomen as you walk through the streets of Ravenshire with your party: Eryndor the hero, Althaea the huntress, and Brant the brute. Leaves crunch under your feet as you stroll, lost in the strange sensations in your womb. The crest's pulses make your stomach flutter with an unfamiliar warmth.

Eryndor breaks the silence, causing you to snap back to reality. "This is where the last girl went missing from, or around abouts according to the governor." You survey the street around you—it seems normal, lined with worn but functional houses. The smell of fresh bread fills the air from a nearby bakery, which like the rest of the town doesn't seem to be faring well after the recent demonic attack.

Althaea crosses her arms. "Then I guess this is where we start, Eryndor. We should split up—we'll cover more ground that way. Me and Eryndor will ask around the houses. What do you want, Brant?"

Brant thinks for a moment, his small eyes glancing around the street. "Bakery seems popular, I should be able to ask around there, though some of those men over there may need some... encouragement."

Althaea turns to you with an innocent-looking smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Then how about you look through the back alleys? I'm sure they know something and would be willing to share it with you." As she finishes, you catch her mutter "A slut like her would fit in perfectly" under her breath, though neither Eryndor nor Brant seems to notice. She smiles again, more sweetly this time. "What do you say? Going to check the alleys or do you not want to find those missing girls?" The crest pulses warmly at the confrontation, sending a shiver down your spine that feels almost... pleasurable.