"First day on the job, and we've already got swag," the binder said, getting a bit giddy.  Then he realized that he was still walking around with his rapier unsheathed, so he snatched his scabbard, guided the tip of his blade into its location, and then sank the steel into its home.  He then proceeded to take one of the deceased drow's rations, unwrapped it gingerly and began to munch away.<br/><br/>"What's funny," he began, gesticulating with the leaf-wrapped protein filled biscuit,  "is that I am growing fonder of this fellow, and he's dead.  Do you figure that we should bury him?  Or have I asked that already?"