|Tanith 'Kordson' Creed|
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Tanith hadn't had many interactions with goblins before so the night of grisly work was a unique experience. He leaves the religious rites to the goblin in charge but helps in whatever ways he can, even if it's just as muscle moving the huge dragon's limps around so the goblins can get at them with their surprisingly sharp knives. He keeps his questions to himself for now. After the business in the Muddle, prayers to gods he hadn't heard of made him anxious.
"Don't spare the flame when you're ready to eat that", he says when he sees the goblins setting the dragon's flesh aside. "She was known to have some nasty parasite."
The evenings festivities are a welcome reprieve from the days of dungeon crawling, dragon slaying, puzzling over ancient riddles. The big man lets loose, drinking more than his share, dancing wildly with Carina (and anyone else that will humor him), and generally making merry. The short fight between Merovinn and Kurlag nearly brings Tanith to tears as he sees the healing power of drunken brawls in action. Later he meets the pair outside to embrace them tightly in brotherhood.
"So that's not a costume or anything? Have you tried flying yet?" Tanith asks. "Flying's got to be great for your lats."