Sniggit frowned. Did undead need to eat? As far as she knew, they didn't need anything. She couldn't say for sure, since she wasn't part of the maintainance crew, but then again the laborers probably had all of their orphices sewn shut for a reason. "Not laborers. Just moving dead-dead, need nothing. No eyes, no teeth, no brains, no soul. Just laborers. Like... strange word... like gol-em-s? No food for golems." 

Sniggit gave the girl in front of her a searching look. Had she understood? Despite having lived in Karstberg her entire life, Sniggit was rubbish at Common (like most ratkin). It just didn't fit her mouth properly. Her nostrils suddenly caught the tantilizing smell of cooking fish, derailing her train of thought. Her belly rumbled audibly.
"Now, how much for fish and rice, fish girl?"