Zariman? That's a new name, among many she's spoken of as if one should know them. "You'll have to tell me more, as we see to these bodies." They'd start with hers first, so he could get a closer look at what she'd done to them.

"One of them was about your build, I should think. And the rest may have supplies." With the blood still warm and thick in the air, there's no hefting needed to turn over bodies, checking their pockets and weapons for anything of use. So much of life in the Lands Between was spent picking over bodies, old, new, literal, and figurative.