Sleeping Dragon minging its own nature with it

She doesn’t have anything to help prevent the meat from rotting sooner than desired but it is soon she has an alternative solution. Keeping the flies away would keep the maggots away and, in a way, slowing down the process. It’s not a fool proof plan but it’s something. Not having the knowledge already makes him realize how vast Seageda had been, how the populous had been much bigger and jobs were often more singular. Gavriel had always been a warrior and second a hunter, but most things were devoured right away or someone else took care of storing the left overs.

“What do those look like?” he asks, wondering if they would be easy to find. Maybe he can help search for them and, in return, help himself by keeping his kills fresh. "Can you show me?"