"Damn straight I am," she said, showing no reaction to his disgusted tone of voice. "Hooves and horns can get ground down into powder for alchemists. Feathers can get boiled to extract their medicinal properties. Good trading. You in the market?" She held one of the horns up to him, in case he wanted to trade her for it. As far as she was concerned, first come first serve, so the parts belonged to her unless he offered something in exchange.
"If not," she said, "I've got just about anything else you might need. You looking for spices? Tools? Jewelry? Dyes? If you want something I don't have, I know someone who can get it."
She continued hacking apart the dead beasts, then pulled some sheets of leather from her backpack. She piled the parts onto the leather, then started wrapping them up into bundles and tying them closed with lengths of string.
"If not," she said, "I've got just about anything else you might need. You looking for spices? Tools? Jewelry? Dyes? If you want something I don't have, I know someone who can get it."
She continued hacking apart the dead beasts, then pulled some sheets of leather from her backpack. She piled the parts onto the leather, then started wrapping them up into bundles and tying them closed with lengths of string.
