Poor Thing

Rendezvousing with the rest of the group, they were surrounding one of my kills. A wiry man with glasses was doing an examination of the creature. "Such spectacular muscle structure! So dense and powerful. And that skin, The man looked up at me realising I was close by. "You, Insane killing man! Let me buy your kills from you! I will give you a generous price as this skin will make excellent clothing." 

"Gellon, pull yourself together, you are practically frothing at the mouth." Mindy chastised her subordinate. "I work directly for Kathrine buddy, if you want to buy my stuff, talk to her." I said not wanting to deal with it. I just planned on maybe eating them all.

Suddenly the man with the bull tattoo spoke with a gruff voice. "Right, lets not spend all day staring at corpses, we have a job to do. Paul, you are in command correct? Take point and tell us where we are going"