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[b]"Butt's pretty edible,"[/b] Renauld told Katya, [b]"you can get ham and beef round from animal butts. The poo goes down a tube that's completely separate from all of the meat."[/b] His tone was that of a teacher trying to explain a concept as nicely as they could. A mild smile on his face accented his words to the young priest. [b]"It's good of you to worry about those types of things."[/b] He realized during his explanation that, above all else, Katya was a child. She was more steeled than the average kid at her age, but a child was a child. It was better to praise than simply correct and forget.

After assisting with packing on the meat, he walked with walked with the others who stayed behind forwards. The scene unfurled ahead was brutal and bizarre. Fire and death. A pity, really. Death was a cold reality for those who joined the Silver Moon. It was something everyone had to accept. Still, it even though it felt wrong, the dead had no need for earthly possessions. It was better to pluck what was useful like a carrion and live instead of dying a moral man.

After he took a deep breath, Renauld pushed on. Cautiously, he moved around the smoldering cart, trying to find anything either useful or hidden by snowfall.