"Wouldn't the god of life be able to take life?" Amanda asked. Not that she knew one god from the other, but it made sense. No better person than a carpenter to ask how to tear down a house.
"I was out in the wilds," she said. "Scavenging. They showed up out of nowhere, dropped dead. Didn't think much of it at the time." She shrugged.
"And no, I ain't worried." She continued using her knife to saw off parts of the beasts, adding some force from her telekinesis to break apart the particularly tough bits. "Not like they died of a disease. Ain't no disease that can come along and make a whole herd drop dead like this. So, it's got to be magic." She gestured into the air with her knife. "If the magic wanted to kill us, it would have. We were close enough by. If it's random magical surges or whatever, then we're as likely to get struck by them standing over there as over here. And if someone did this intentionally, well, if they wanted us dead, we'd be dead already."
She started piling the severed horns and plucked feathers to one side. Once she was done, she'd clean them and pack them up to bring back to the city for sale. "Either way," she continued, "there's no sense letting all of this go to waste. Dead is dead, whatever caused it."
"I was out in the wilds," she said. "Scavenging. They showed up out of nowhere, dropped dead. Didn't think much of it at the time." She shrugged.
"And no, I ain't worried." She continued using her knife to saw off parts of the beasts, adding some force from her telekinesis to break apart the particularly tough bits. "Not like they died of a disease. Ain't no disease that can come along and make a whole herd drop dead like this. So, it's got to be magic." She gestured into the air with her knife. "If the magic wanted to kill us, it would have. We were close enough by. If it's random magical surges or whatever, then we're as likely to get struck by them standing over there as over here. And if someone did this intentionally, well, if they wanted us dead, we'd be dead already."
She started piling the severed horns and plucked feathers to one side. Once she was done, she'd clean them and pack them up to bring back to the city for sale. "Either way," she continued, "there's no sense letting all of this go to waste. Dead is dead, whatever caused it."
