[The air stinks of smoke and decay. It's a great time to be around, really; it made her glad that she was wearing boots, instead of her usual slip on shoes for battle. Otherwise she wouldn't get the smell out of them for days.
Nonetheless, Caren is not squeamish. Instead her gaze is distant, her gaze going over the body. She steps closer, before she squats to get more details.]
Yes. The decomposition seems to be well along. But the way that the body is...
[She frowns, looking it over the ribs-or what's left of them.]
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Nonetheless, Caren is not squeamish. Instead her gaze is distant, her gaze going over the body. She steps closer, before she squats to get more details.]
Yes. The decomposition seems to be well along. But the way that the body is...
[She frowns, looking it over the ribs-or what's left of them.]
Bitten, then burnt?