Rumors began to circulate, and this is the story they tell..
It began with a crash.
That's what they say. Whispered over their drinks late at night in an establishment that is far out of anyone's way to travel. Not found in a common city, hidden among the trees along the roads leading to the larger locations. A young Mer had been staying here, it was her third week now, or had it been a month? They didn't question her..
Next came the screams of frustrations..
She was upset by something, bad news of a loved one perhaps? A deal gone sour? They didn't ask this either. She was peculiar, and they admit that they were afraid of her, if not afraid simply wary of stepping on toes, they were nobodies, so they never questioned a traveller. They knew when to not dip their toes into places where they didn't belong. Soon the door creaked open, and she emerged, dressed in her robes and as quickly as she appeared she was gone into the crisp night..
They dare not enter her room..
For they heard other screams come from it many times before.
.. Then the sickly smell wafted in. But they ignored it, it was for the best..