Slaughterhouse

The stench in this room was nearly unbearable. Meat hung off vicious looking crude hooks on the low ceiling; most carcasses were fresh, but there were some that writhed with maggots and weevils. Blood pooled on the uneven ground, and the flies that bathed in it were uncountable. Nora almost vomited, but she held it in, she'd seen worse.

There was a table on the far wall with a large freshly skinned carcass. It was a strange lizard looking creature, with its belly cut open and its guts discarded. A heavy stone cleaver, much larger than most regular knives, was embedded in the table, dripping blood. There was a corridor next to the table, {if Cleaver = true}where the butcher came from. The stench coming from that direction is so unbearable that Nora physically cannot go that way.{else}and in that corridor she could hear wet slimy steps, no doubt the butcher.{endif}

{if Blue fruit = 1}Perhaps the bowl on the table is for holding snacks while the butcher works? If that is the case, perhaps Nora could place something edible looking in it. A blue fruit perhaps?{else}As far as she could see, there was nothing for her to do here right now, and sticking around was just begging to be caught.{endif}