Sonya panted, taking a moment to wrench her sword free of the dead beast. Looking over at Nat, the swordswoman was somewhat concerned, the gun looking unusable right now. However her partner seemed unphased, happy that we'd managed the task. This got a smile on Sonya's face, relaxing slightly. "Yeah, we did it. Guess best cut this bad boy up before he starts to stink."<br/><br/>Taking out her carving knife, Sonya began cutting anything of use from the Setlas, anything that could be sold or crafted. The main thing she took was the horn to prove she killed one for the mission, it'd be pointless doing this otherwise. With that done, she turned back to Nat. "Suppose you'll want to go back to town to get your gun fixed before we try your mission?"