Meesei crossed her arms as she looked at Fendros, who was not hiding his anger well, if he was even trying to. "Be angry if you like, but that does not change that you performed well. You followed along with the pack well enough and contributed to our attack."

Meesei said nothing more to Fendros, preferring to leave him to calm down on his own. Instead she walked around camp and gathered any bag or pouch she could find and collected them near the campfire. Anything that was either directly useful to them in and of itself, or could be turned into something useful, could be placed inside. The also dragged three more bodies, including the one wearing chitin armor, next to them. While she would have liked to have taken them all, they would not be able to successfully store all of the meat they would gather from them. 

Beyond what one would normally expect to find in the camp of armed travelers, Ahnasha also found a chest filled with pouches of moon sugar, while Meesei uncovered a few crates filled with bottles of skooma. Ahnasha had an interest in the moon sugar, but even she avoided skooma. The most value that they could derive from it was that it could be sold, but that was a risky venture, and not one Meesei would even want to get involved in.

"Hmm, leave the skooma here. We have no need of it, and I am not keen on selling the narcotic." Meesei said, closing the lid on the chest. Even being raised in a remote village in Black Marsh, she had seen the effects that such an addictive substance could have on people. Skooma could reduce them to shells of their former selves, if they became too obsessed, and it was not something she wanted herself or any of her pack members becoming involved in.