Vaeri gathered the claws she had collected and held them in her two hands cupped together, like how one would collect river water to drink without a waterskin on hand. The claws were fairly large, too large to easily carry the half dozen she'd harvested from the hellhound in one hand. Lob had taken the body of the beast into the apothecary. He was an odd one. Perhaps he identified more with beasts than he did with people. There had been a few people like that in Lianyu, but they would disappear to become druids rather than mimic the beasts themselves. They were also far less fun to be around. Anytime you'd eat meat around them they would begin lecturing you on ethics and the value of all life.

Fiona decided to take the anti-paladin's sword for herself, a decision Vaeri didn't approve of, but wouldn't discuss. If it were up to her, everything about that man would be left in a ditch and forgotten, but she could understand the use such a weapon would be to someone like Fiona.

"I am not familiar with him. Perhaps Sana knows who he was. She did stay behind to work out some personal issues." This armored man on a white steed was mysterious, he reminded Vaeri of a few human stories she heard. They would sometimes feature a knight in shining armor coming to save the day. It was an odd fixture, but this man had an obvious appearance of nobility. She turned from the armored man and entered the apothecary. The claws were deposited at an empty spot on the counter were hopefully Wyslan would see.