Fendros stepped off the rock and followed Meesei to the ogre. The effortlessness she demonstrated in pulling her ghostly bound dagger into Mundus gave him a slight pang of jealousy, but he remained attentive while she skinned the corpse. Understandably, the ogre hide was thicker and much fattier than any creature Fendros had skinned, and the smell of the already torn entrails was atrocious. Nevertheless, Fendros found a slightly macabre fascination with the creature's anatomy, balanced almost perfectly with the slight revulsion of how similarly the humanoid shape of the ogre was to other people when the job was done. On occasion, Fendros was stop Meesei and ask a question to clarify things or to satisfy his own curiosity, and throughout he drew all the knowledge in like a sponge.

After a while of pondering the creature's similarities to other humanoid races, an almost sudden, and particularly dreadful, thought dawned on Fendros. "Uh, Meesei. How similar exactly [i]are[/i] ogres to people?" He itched the back of his neck as he wondered whether he should be assuming this, "I just wonder where the line is drawn with cannibalism, now that we seem to be eating any kind of meat."