Cecaelio had been exploring the waters near a human settlement, something he did rarely. This evening, he sensed a fascinating and desirable person lingering in the ocean, and he felt a sense of greed stir in his soul. He moved quickly from below, his slimy tentacles grasping human legs with curiosity and interest. A strange, unearthly sound escaped his lips and he rasped, "Delicious mortal." It was unclear what type of 'delicious' he meant. He started to pull them down, down, down.