You: S-so, uh, where did you come from, Grant?
Grant: Eh? Precinct 9702-Gortholgas. Pretty place. I was there for a business trip, and now I’m on my way back home.
You: What do you mean by, um, precinct...?
The granite creature would’ve looked physically surprised if it had a face. But for now, it just seems like it’s staring into you.
Grant: Ya don’t know?! Kid, life out here’s gonna be ROUGH for you. Don’t even know what a precinct is...Where’d you come from, anyway?
You: It’s a, erm, place in my...precinct?
Grant: You sound like you’re from one of the newer precincts. The ol’ Jurisdiction’s been expanding lately, and to me it feels like they’re just rushing. Creating precincts without even letting the inhabitants know what a precinct is? Damn.
Grant: But hey, kid. I’ll cut you some slack. You don’t seem so bad.
One last question is burning in your mind.
You: Have you noticed, er, w-what you’ve done to the room...?
Grant pauses, and takes a look around the room. Slowly. It seems to come to a realization, and slams a fist down on its granite-encrusted bed.
Grant: Aw, POPPYCOCK! Shit. I’ve done it again. Fucking dammit. I did it again. The Maids are gonna have my head next time they come around here. Fuck. Might as well smash my hands now.
It retrieves what appears to be a modified ice pick out from the end table drawer, but it doesn’t get far before it hears the noise of a wooden door slam open outside.
Grant: SHIT. Kid, duck into the bathroom! Hide! Trust me, this ain’t your business, and you don’t wanna get caught up in it.
This stone elemental has helped you so far, so you feel obliged to listen to it. The bathroom door isn’t quite as contaminated as the surrounding area, so you’re able to open it without a hitch and close it behind you.
The bathroom looks...MUCH different than you imagined. Instead of a shower, it seems to have some sort of grindstone, possibly to allow Grant to polish off sharp edges every day. Though, given its appearance, it didn’t get much use...
The sound of a door coming off its hinges. You hide under the sink.
Grant: Welp. Tell Igny he’s fired.
A loud, bloodcurdling scream and the sound of crushing rock was heard. You notice the granite layer on the bathroom door start to flake off, and you hear something fleshy squelch out of the room.