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To be honest, Falair had little concern over the well being of these villagers. They hadn't answered any of her questions. Hid themselves in cloaks. And quite frankly had no idea how to defend themselves from a whale that lived in sand.

They were turning out to be quite useless really.

As she was moving through the village a few of them, rather small and skinny looking from what she could make out of their faces, approached her. Talking about how the village was low on food and asking if she had anything to spare. She pulled out a few roots from her apron but they just looked at her like her head turned into a giant tentacle monster.

"Fine then, more black root for me." Placing the roots back into her apron the mare sighed lightly. They were just not going to give up on this food needing things. "Ok ok, what can I do to help?"

They quickly whisked her away towards the outskirts of the village where a gaggle of turkey creatures were running about. Causing havoc. Apparently they were evil according to the villagers. The task, if she chose to accept it, was to kill one then cook it up in one of the little spits. A hopeful gleam was in the little villager's eyes.

Puppy dog eyes don't work on this mare. But maybe she could get some answers out of them if she was able to complete this task.

One of the turkey's wandered nearby, Falair's eyes narrowed as she gave it a quick kick with her foot. It's claws scratched at the exposed skin atop her foot. Only stinging for a moment. These turkey things were pretty useless when it came to putting up a fight.

Grabbing the carcass by the neck, Falair made her way back over to the cooking spit. Settling herself down onto a nearby stump, she began to quickly remove the feathers with her hands. It was a task she was used to so it came with ease.

After that she pulled out a small blade from her apron, cut off the head and feet. She was pretty sure the villagers wouldn't want to eat those parts. Or the guts inside. But then these creatures were kind of weird so maybe they wanted those?

Falair would leave them in a well placed pile just in case.

She now moved to the fire pit, quickly lighting a flame. Blowing on it a few times and fanning the fire with her hand to get it really going. Returning to the turkey carcass now to slice it into little steaks. Breaking it down this way would make it cook faster. Which was good because they villagers were beginning to kind of creep her out with their vacant stares from the shadows.

Using a stick, she flipped the steaks a couple of times. Giving them a little poke now and again to see how they were coming along.

But it seemed the villagers had other plans than waiting for them to full cook as they rushed the fire pit as soon as they got a whiff of the cooking meat. "Wait it's not....!" As quickly as they had pushed her out of the way they were gone. Retreating back into the shadows with their steaks to greedily eat them in the darkness. "...done." She sighed lightly, staring at the vacant fire pit now. All her work gobbled up in less time than it took to complete the task.

They could have at least left her one.