"So tell me again why we needed to do this? I seriously can't see this as being so incredibly worthwhile for right now. We were going to be hunting tomorrow anyways, if Satanya's words are to be trusted. So why are we here, skinning and butchering this..."
"Kindred Sword Stag."
"Butchering this Kindred Sword Stag instead of resting and enjoying ourselves back in Custodia? Sure, we might not have come across this monster in particular, but we most certainly would have found more than enough monsters and animals to hunt tomorrow when the sun is shining."
Sliding my dagger through the dark crimson meat, I cut another slab of what looked most similar to venison but far more firm than normal, whilst the level of fat surrounding certain portions of the monster were larger than normal as well, meaning this would make a damn good steak...
