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Watching Charlie jiggle his bag of metallic plates sent the thought, What a show off, through her head. Béatrice supposed it was best that she only had one. Whatever these were, she felt it was safer to not gather too many. There could be a tracker on them or something else. There was not much she could do with this anyhow. The police could use them maybe, if they did not already have a stash of them themselves.

"I appreciate it," she told Charlie, watching him collect the bone fragments. "I would like to take a bag of bones as well unless you need them badly. It would be nice to research them on my own time, but, we will be researching together in the end anyway. My experience with elementals and biology should certainly come in handy. Is there anything else we should do before we get going?" She did not want to admit she was getting impatient. It was by her own volition to stay here longer, but after the earlier battle, she wanted to go home, run a cold bath, and sleep for the rest of the night.

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"Sure" said Charlie, turning to face beatrice, with a smile. An armoured undead with it's right arm missing took a carrier bag from another undead who had been holding it open and offered it to béatrice. It was full of a mixture of the dust and the bones. Around the crater, other undead were carrying the bags over to the large sarcophagus, which had scuttled and slid down into the crater, and depositing the bags into it's stone maw. By now, the remaining undead had collected up the dust and bone fragments, using helmets and skulls and bent metal as shovels, and had begun to filter out of the crater, picking up the limbs of their fallen comrades to replace their own. Two of them had taken the broken legs of a chair and began to break up the cooked surface of one of the flesh trolls, and it began to move, red glistening meat glinting through the brown surface.

"I have nothing else to attend to here" said Charlie as he clambered out of the crater, whiping his dusty hands on his already bloodsoaked jacket. "But i still have some fighting undead that can help, and some of my undead are still helping escort students to the ballroom, so i'm going to continue searching the island for any of these beasts."

Charlie had very little power left in him, and the small motley band of undead remaining could still protect people. And help him acquire some specimens. It was like a safari, but with people who needed to be protected. He was having fun. Sheldon clicked it's claws happily as the undead shuffled into a group around it, a patchwork band, with the lich in his filty clothing at it's front.

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Charlie going around helping people like this still surprised Béatrice. She could not help but suspect he had an ulterior motive, or if he was genuinely trying to turn over a new leaf. Not that that was any of Béatrice's business. She was done here anyway and lingering on to question Charlie about his behavior would have been overly obsessive, even for her. That could be asked about later on anyway. Learning about Charlie in general interested her.

With a kind smile, Béatrice followed Charlie out of the crater. "It was a pleasure seeing you again, Charlie. Too bad it had to be under these circumstances. I hope things get better from here on out. Anyhow, take care, and bye-bye." Moving out of the crater and flapping her large wings, Béatrice took off to glide over the city and back home in the forest, almost disappearing into the clouds above from how fast she was going.


 
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