Karen
"Let's eat then, and I shall tell you the glory of the heart," Godfrey said.

Godfrey was a man and liked his meat cooked over flame, and he could not guess what wretched things riddled the body of a farmer. He took the knife and began to work his mastery. He took long, then slices of flesh from different locations along the corpse. He removed the skin first, tossing it aside before stripping the delicious, nutritious meat.

The strips were like bacon with different widths depending on where Godfrey cut, but each slice was the same thickness as the last with excellent consistency with the knifework. Eventually, two portions were prepared to be cooked. Godfrey grabbed whatever cooking equipment Dolf had, scrounging around for plates at the same time.

He came to the flame and knelt, igniting its dancing fury once again and placing the meat over it. He began to cook the meat, even going the extra length to find some herbs to place on the meat to no avail. It took little time for the thin strips to be cooked just right and placed on their appropriate plates.

He handed a plate over to his new friend, and began to eat quietly. He had the manners of a noble, yet he did not look anywhere close to nobility. He did not smell like it, his teeth gave nothing, and his skin was just wretched. There were just his manners and the way he spoke.

"In necromancy and many other magics, blood is potent. The usage of blood is frowned upon, unfortunately, for many of those who delve into magic using blood tend to overuse it. Thus, they require much more than they should've and get caught committing 'unspeakable' things. We do not need much blood. Blood is the essence of life, its a spark, and to have the heart is to have the flame itself."

He paused to eat.

"If blood is powerful, can you imagine the heart? The source of it all? It is rare to have hearts without getting caught, but there is much you can do. Why, the understandings of hearts and magic have not been fully delved into, so there are untold possibilities I could achieve with a single heart." He explained.

He paused again. Godfrey was a scientist, he could be a doctor, he was just without morals. And maybe, just maybe, morals was the wall blocking the path of progress, or that is just how Godfrey saw it.
Francis
As he began to cook the stripped flesh over the fire, she watched in silence. The scent of the cooking flesh caused her mouth to fill with saliva, driving her to become impatient. How many human's has this man eaten to become an expertise in stripping a human of it's skin and flesh. She had only seen this type of patience and skill in butchers and hunters that she had met. 

Taking her plate from Godfrey, she looked at what she considered a small amount of meat yet did not complain. Instead, she began to eat into the flesh. 

Unlike Godfrey, Toula shoved the cooked flesh into her mouth in a feral manner as she listened to the man speak. It could have been mistaken that she hadn't eaten for days though that hadn't been the case. She felt like she was learning new information about the type of power blood had, let alone the heart. If a heart was truly that powerful, wouldn't there have been more knowledge on it? Though again, not many people knew about shifters until Cecilia began fucking her life up. 

Taking advantage of his silence, Toula decided to speak up to share an interesting fact about herself. 

"Blood is powerful, I can agree on that with you. My blood in fact, can kill any being if ingested. Perks of being a shifter, so it makes me wonder what one could do with a shifter heart." She began, finishing the meat from her plate. She had to pause as she looked down towards her plate with disappointment., having eaten it without a pause. Looking towards the carved human, she pursed her lips together in thought. Deciding to go along with her idea, Toula placed her plate to the side before making her way to the corpse.

The shifter pressed her leg against the upper arm of the deceased farmer before lowering herself to a kneeling position and gripped her fingers tightly around his wrist. Within seconds, Toula tore the arm from the ligament and joint. She had made quite the mess as blood splattered across the room from the open wound she had created though could care less about it. 

"The only cure when poisoned by our blood is our saliva."
Karen
Godfrey listened and came across slightly surprised as the word 'shifter' came across his ears. He looked even more surprised when he saw her cleanly rip the arm from the body as if it were paper. He found the crunch of it ripping satisfying, but remembered his usual caution around strangers.

"You're a shifter? There is no telling what I could do, for your kind I have not ventured into often. Yes... What... What could I accomplish with a heart... Or the body of your kin?" He asked himself.

He slowly held up the knife to eye level, staring at the bloody blade which had flame dancing in the reflection of the steel. He looked almost as if he was entranced by it, the idea of killing another coaxing him like a siren's song. He stared, and let out a strange gasp.

"What could I...?" He asked again.

A few moments passed before he slowly lowered the blade, the desire to murder gone in an instant. He paused again for a while before gazing at her with a curious expression.

"You're a shifter... Tell me about yourself, I must inquire about you. Your kind is fascinating." He said.

He sliced some more meat for himself, an obviously smaller portion which he would begin to cook. He cooked it to perfection and would eat it as soon as it was ready to eat.