"Nando?" Daru muttered, his brows rising in intrigue.
The name just automatically popped up in his head as he subconsciously recalled two crucial pieces of information.
He didn't know how the headless abomination was surviving, but it was there, somehow, well and alive.
Daru instinctively approached without any negative intent.
This allowed the strange Lost Damnedling to notice him, its stump of a neck turning to look his way as a pristine white ribbon, tied in its scrawny left arm, swayed in the chilly winds.
…And then the hunching abomination bolted and disappeared into the mist.
It didn't seem to be as mad, lost, and malicious as the other Damnedlings he had encountered.
In the end, Daru could only return to his root hollow to rest early, lost in thought.
He had just been planning to visit Nando's grave tomorrow to see if the information in the soulslips was accurate.
