Iska peeked around the corner, her beady eyes watching the decayed fenling. If she could have, she would have liked her lips. She loved the smell of death and decay, and the Slums was the perfect place to go for such things. And, if you had no witnesses, you could easily get away with a mugging or a murder. That's why the marrow corbine was here today. She was ready for a killing, it had been too long since she'd been instructed to go hunt someone down. She had taken it upon herself to find a victim and this fenling seemed to be her target for the time being. He looked like he'd be easy to take down.