This would make him feel a little more secure...
"Stop beating around the bush and spit it out." The crowd around him jeered.
"Let me take another drink to calm my nerves." Kort rubbed his slightly reddened nose and poured himself another glass of liquor. He downed half of it before continuing, "Are you familiar with turtles?"
"?" A few hunters around exchanged glances and nodded.
"What I saw last night was a turtle." Kort clenched his teeth tightly, pressing a hand to the throbbing vein in his temple. "A low-rank vampire was dead, its limbs and head hammered back into its torso at the joints before its death, looking exactly like a turtle!"
He paused slightly, then started to describe in detail the horrifying sight of the Blood Clan's death he had witnessed.
