"If you feed 'em, they'll follow you around forever." Jacob warns, but it's too late. Frankly, he's not sure what exactly the creamy mess the Reindire wants is, but the way it goes about eating it turns his stomach anyway.

He steps away from the creature anyway, and looks back down the corridor again, trying to listen out for the movements of the other Reindire- which was bigger and nastier looking than this example of the species.

"The only things I've found were soaks, bars of soap, scarves and books. Nothing actually useful." He says, although he might have pocketed a few pairs of socks. "Nothing... weapon shaped."