Graveshade wandered around the Old Victoria Hospital.  The building had the solid stone feel of buildings made in the 1800's.  It was no longer a hospital, but now housed other community services.  There was a fenced in park with picnic tables and a gazebo for the residents and clients to use.  Some of them were there now believing the fence would keep them safe.  They were the one who could not give up a smoke, even if it meant they had to go out in the cold to do it.  That's what coats were for.

Graveshade had tried to find a coat in the downtown area.  He found the corpses of two harpies, but everyone else had fled the scene.  He had feasted on the harpies, drawing in their magical energy.  Now he was stonger.

He circled around the park to find somewhere out of sight.  He easily scaled the fence and climbed up the hospital's stone walls. He silently crawled along the wall until he was over the doorway were the smokers were huddled.  The smell of the smoke turned his stomach. He knew that these one would not be good food.  But he needed a coat in this cold weather.

He chose his target.  A lady with a long black wool coat.  The black would hide him well. He readied himself, then lept down onto his target.

The lady screamed, but offered no other resistance.  The other smokers stood and stared as the lady's throat was efficiently torn out by the creatures sharp pointed teeth.  They didn't run.  They stood in horror at the grizzly scene before them.  Graveshade was able to kill two more before they other two ran back into the building, still holding their burning cigarettes.

Graveshade was right when he thought that they wouldn't be good food.  The meat was tainted with the chemicals they inhaled everyday.  It wasn't good food -- but it was easy. He had never been this full.

He pick up the blood soaked coat.  It was wool so it was still able to keep him warm.  He put on the coat and wondered what to do next.