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She had interesting commentary to accompany the names of things, outlining what could be sitting before them and rotting. The smell of it was foul. In all his days fishing along the banks of the Swiftcurrent, he had never smelled something this rancid. It was so unappealing that when Caiaphas invited him for a bite, he sneered and side-stepped, giving her a wide berth to dive in.

He snapped at a few of the more curious birds which had returned, boldly attempting to steal more tidbits of fish flesh. Njal was slow, half-tempted to let them have their way, but he kept the birds away while Caiaphas did her thing. It wasn't like he wanted to watch her slurp down whatever the heck they had found.