Osmund's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing. "What are you talking about? What creature?"
"Before I crossed the Stagnant Sea," Finn began, "we were attacked. By these... things. Hollow humanoid creatures. We called them Husks."
"Husks?" Osmund repeated like the word seemed foreign on his tongue.
"They looked almost human at first glance," Finn continued, watching Osmund's face carefully for any sign of recognition. "But they were much taller… and empty. Like someone had hollowed out a person and was wearing the skin as a puppet."
Osmund's expression remained puzzled but wary.
"They all had these mask-like faces," Finn pressed on. "Frozen in permanent expressions. Most of them had this pleasant smile that never changed, never reached the eyes. And on their chests there were two concentric circles, like a target or some kind of brand..."
Still nothing from Osmund except growing concern.
