Quinta watched the goblin with puzzlement for a few moments, then abruptly started laughing.  "Is that you kill book, buddy?  Do you keep a log of what you bring down with a new page for each new critter?"  She shakes head, still laughing as she hefts her sword while looking at the dead birds.  She reconsiders and wipes the blade clean, then sheathes it and pulls her hand axe out of her belt.  "The beaks, are they worth keeping?  I bet the claws are, ."