The Dandelions helped out the supposed dwarf with gathering any monster parts that would sell for something, - as for the copious amount of blood, it was all washed away by the joint effort of Lairs and In're and their water-based magic attacks.
Such actions weren't strange in the least and were just a natural part of hunting monsters – the less blood and scraps of meat was left to rot on the scene the better – a proper clean-up reduced the risk of luring stronger monsters to basically zero.
"Good work. I'll throw in some useful advice for surviving in this awful territory as a bonus."
Zombie smirked with satisfaction, looking at the neat packages full of fresh merchandise ready to be carried and sold off to the nearest guild, trader, blacksmith, or tailor.
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