The manticore is more afraid of Steph than Steph is of him... or maybe he isn't. He rolls off Shrieky and pads towards her, face graced with his ever-present grin, lined with equally ever present sharp teeth.

"Things have been mixed with me, some good and others bad." Shrieky offers, straightening himself up somewhat now that the weight of the manticore has been lifted from him, "As in all places, time proceeds and things get better."

Shrieky tilts his head a little at the mention of scaring the men off, "Did they turn out not to be dangerous then?"