Igaz was conscious but clearly concussed, her eyes were unfocused she slurred when she spoke.

Leaf Bow?

Her last words before she slumped back down to the floor asleep, her face already swelling up to become something unrecognizable.

Isarkatl, looking around the room which Igaz had scoped out, would notice its finery. Seems that Ocirebi wasn't lying when he said that the Baby was related to the Odds-Mistress. Whoever owned this joint was clearly loaded. What was unusual was that for such a wealthy household there were no guards or servants around. Where were they? Pushing those thoughts aside Isarkatl stepped further into the room to find the crib. There was a toddler there - a huge toddler - if HR got her hands on the baby there would have been enough Long-Veal for days if not weeks. The child turned it its sleep the confrontation with Igaz not having woken him. Isarkatl tried to pick Wist up, but the large moose-like horns that sprouted from the top of his head caught the edge of the crib and Wist opened up his eyes; they were brilliant green. He smiled that fat smile of babies and squealed in delight as he reached out with his fat fingers and stuck one into Isarkatl's nostril.

Then he burped and vomited on Isarkatl's new suit. Then he laughed.