A bead or two of sweat ran down Arren's forehead as Ashendar raised his axe.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> "Offering? Did he say offering?"</span>she whispered to Guinevere.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> "Um, does that mean..."</span><br/><br/>For all her skittish behavior, though, she seemed none too bothered by the hacking and cutting of dragon flesh by the two men. For a huntress, that seemed business as usual.<br/><br/>"Yeah...there's a lot here we can use, Callistara," Arren agreed. "But it'll take days to harvest it all. And I doubt anyone's going to steal a dragon corpse while we go tell the townsfolk that its safe to come out of their houses." She looked to Talyrand. "Um...Talyrand? What are you doing? Did the dragon eat something of yours?" she asked as he cut into it's abdomen.