Cynric was not one for moving bodies with his bare hands or wasting his valuable mana on it and had opted out of performing such a lowly job. Cynric was more interested of the facilities on this giant vessel. Mainly the kitchen. As he walked a long the corridors he saw what was left of the crew who had tried to hide inside the ships rooms. blood was splattered up the walls Cynric shook his head. These men should of abandoned ship when they had the chance, hiding down here was cowardly and from the looks of what was left of them no mercy was given. The smell of blood was sharp in Cynric's nose, if he had not been used to such a smell he would not of been walking down these corridors so care free. Finally Cynric reached his intended destination, the kitchen and what a kitchen it was. 

For once Cynric felt really at home. He looked over the work surfaces and the various pots and pans that were left hanging up on the racks. Smilling he ran his hand over the wooden table. " This will do quite nicely" Cynric said to himself.