DAY 2 DAWNS.
The Codexers wake around noon, as is their circadian rhythm from long years of professional basementing. The hunger has gotten significantly intense after the long sleep; everyone is cold, weary, and the threshold for deserves-to-be-made-a-sausage has just gotten a lot lower.
It is thus a rather intoxicating smell that wafts in through the open entrance. A smell which is now faint, but nevertheless unmistakeable:
meat.
Cooked meat. Not stopping to consider the meaning, the Codexers as one swarm towards the source of the aroma - a few minutes' trek into the desolate Polish woods.
What they find is a rather impressive sight. Somebody had lugged a giant cauldron - big enough to fit a pig - all the way out here, and used it to cook a meal for themselves. The burnt branches beneath show that the stew had gone through a thorough, slow-cooking recipe. Abandoning all reason, the Codexers launch forward as one and start slurping at the now-cold soup. Mr. Pink reaches deep to pluck out a piece of tender meat - oh, it's bigger than he thought -
"Uh, guys?"
The Codexers slurp. hello friend has buried his face in the cauldron.
"GUYS."
Mr. Pink finally gets their attention. And the Codexers, in turn, find themselves staring at a large piece of arm, well braised. Marinated. But definitely human.
"Who.... who is this?"
A quick count follows. Who is missing? Is it one of us? Grimgravy? Nevill? Viata? Doktor Be- wait. Viata?
Viata?
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Search the area.
1. Cauldron.
2. Body.
3. Ground.
Where the victim was cooked. Well made. Zerrikanian craftsmanship. Who could have brought this here?
Search the area.
2. Body.
3. Ground.
Some body parts didn't make it to the stew. Hmmm. Bloated. Wrinkling.
Search the area.
3. Ground.
What's this? A brain. Probably the victim's. And a recipe for... Swallow?
Search the area.
1. I know what happened.
Viata was drowned first, and then cooked. The brain was removed before the cooking.
The killing would have happened during the night. The stew would have taken hours. The perpetrators must still be here.
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The Codexers are shocked. Who would have thought that the Codex would have such proactive, skillful go-getters? The killers among them have now taken Viata,
an innocent - as innocent as a Codexer can be - and they will be back for more the next night.
"So... we should still finish the meal, right?"