"What's the matter? What's the matter?" the idle Dwarf ran over again, "Is there nothing of value in there?"
"No, there are still some, and quite a few at that," Lancelot replied with a grimace, "We'll talk about it later... Kamoen, these bodies were once your kin. How do you wish to dispose of them?"
"Actually, I don't mind handing them over to the cook downstairs. Opportunities for our race to contribute to others are rare," the Dark Elf said sarcastically, "You can dispose of them however you like, but if you allow me, I'll dig a big hole in the wilderness and throw them all in to burn."
"Okay."
Lancelot nodded, then pinched a spell, and in Kamoen's shocked gaze, thick vines emerged from the bodies. These vines seemed to absorb nutrients from the blood and flesh on the ground and quickly grew thicker and more obstructive, wrapping each body tightly like mummified vines.
