Kael roamed the area, leaving the slowness trail behind him wherever he had walked. He's searching for players—or something to kill.

His tentacles perk and curl like they have a mind of their own, hovering just behind him. His tentacles were a much larger portion, it's almost shocking to realize he doesn't use them.

He groans quietly as he wanders mindlessly, dragging his feet. Then—he hears something.

He stops short of standing straight. He looked over, his talons tracing out the more he approached said person.