Tarquin was more concentrated in thinking about the possibilities of what the beast could be than eating. He had heard many stories about many creatures. There were so many stories that he couldn't connect certain monster with a certain story. Then he had an idea. "Well, there is a small chance it could be a hellhound - though how one of those would end up in a place like this... Though I haven't heard about hellhounds just disappearing when you kill it..." The elf continued musing to himself and occasionally mumbling something.