Gallus blinked and turned his head to a space next to Ri'vashi. "Alright, suit yourself," he said with a smile and mild disappointment.

The follow up question caused Gallus to refocus before he could turn to ask Lorag to spar. "Hm? Well..." he glanced to the sand pit, "It is just a bit uncanny how you can predict things. Someone with less benefit of the doubt than I would think that there was some kind of magic afoot," he snickered, "Then again, I could just be jealous."

Janius stopped and turned to Kaleeth when she asked about weapons. "Hmm," Janius itched his shoulder and looked up at the ceiling, thinking, "Actually, I reckon I'd like to try out what Ra'kalesh had been teaching us." He stepped into the sandpit and raised his fists, "Let's go for some hand-to-hand first."

Although he didn't say so, Janius knew that Kaleeth got more enjoyment out of fist fighting than sword fighting. It was a little favour to her.

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Tzirret wasn't quite sure what was churning his stomach the most. The glistening sight of the organs running through the corpse, the strange meaty smell, or the sound of the squelching flesh and cracking bones as it was all manipulated. He kept his lips tight and tried to keep his stomach calm.

As for removing the ribs, Tzirret followed Ma'tanza's lead. "So..." he tried to hook his fingers underneath the lowest rib, "...he just...breaks them out?" Tzirret tried anyway, pulling with one hand and pushing against the sternum with another. With a bit of effort, a dull crack sounded and Tzirret accidentally tore at the surrounding flesh as the rib was displace. The bone slid out, but he tensed his brow at the sickening sounds.

"Ugh. Sorry for being clumsy. This is not normally part of butchering," Tzirret mentioned tightly as he carefully placed the rib beside the corpse's head.