Dragoncrest Cliffs clean-up on aisle what the fuck

Easy, for her part, had very little compunction over the act of eating meat, no matter where it came from. At Morningside, they left their dead for others to scavenge, only returning to claim a bone or two when the wild had picked them clean. Why should they not act as the wilderness for someone else's dead? Were they not all children of the wildness, after all?

Eat them, she answered without pause, moving to sniff over the stranger more thoroughly. It smells clean. Why wouldn't we? she asked, beginning to pick up on Vercingetorix's hesitation. A worry tickled at the back of her mind - the only explanation she could really think of. Did you know him or something?