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"Oooh... I wouldn't put my intentions under the label "killing for fun"," Sarah corrected the old lady. "There is a certain stage of decay in a living thing that you begin to consider them as a food source," she explained with an unpleasant smile and you could not tell, whether she was meaning every word or was just messing around. "There was nothing personal against you, but I see, where you take offence," she added, quickly examined Caiaphas from head to toes, and decided that it was not worth it. It would be more fun to wager, how long was she going to survive.

"If our roles had been reversed, I would have felt offended myself," she chuckled humourlessly. "So, I understand that your would-be-killers did not try to end you, because they were hungry?" she asked, because in her experience no sentient being wanted to get injured in the wilds. Even a small cut in the right place could end you over period of time. Therefore often conflicts had to be resolved by peaceful means. "It must have been a very grave insult," she guessed.