[center][h2]Usoa,Witch[/h2]
[i]At the trial[/i][/center]
Usoa dropped the hunk of flesh to the ground with a pout, crossing her arms in defeat. It would have been interesting to try atleast, but Alex was apparently in no mood to experiment. "Its not torture if they're still alive at the end and...fine..." She grumbled halfheartedly, more out of childish irritation at not being allowed to try and put the broken witch back together than anything else. 

However, Alexina's offer for the prisoners....confused her. "Wait. why are we even offering them a choice?" She asked softly. "I mean...they did a bad thing. why not just take their powers then?..."

[center][h2]Sanjin, Hunter[/h2]
[i]At the tavern[/i][/center]

Sanjin shook his head at Andvari. "There's a creek bed about a mile south, water comes up through the sand so its decently clean! And no. Its better to have a neutral smell overall. If you smell like you do of musk and loose dirt you stick out too much." He said, never really stopping for breath between sentences and still bouncing excitedly on his spot in the floor. 

He was about to continue when another hunter spoke up, asking the nice barman if he was some sort of entertainer. The sound of the insult flying over the younger hunters head was almost audible, the excited smirk stitched on his face not faltering in the slightest. The other hunter was tall and clearly experienced, if a little dim. If he was a werewolf he'd never come this far into town. It was a lot easier to hunt at the fringes and bring food deep into the woods. 

He was about to inform Draco of this when Emiliah interrupted, probably saving both men from yet another odd exchange. "Oh. Yes. Most are south right now...or heading there. Some of us are still here to get more experience, resources for winter or ...you know. Get Mates." He explained, pausing awkwardly on the last one. These folks barely seemed to understand how dangerous smell was, so he wasn't sure he wanted to explain why inbreeding caused problems.