Kneeling over the remains of the enormous serpent, Simone and Cordellia dive into the exciting world of butchery. However, for all their good intentions, the two women are stymied by the size and alien biology of the creature, their impromptu knives colliding with bone as often as with tender skin. An attempt to sever the head punctures one of the venom sacks, spilling rancid bile over the floor, and their fillet instead splits the creature's stomach. After half an hour of attempting to salvage their work, both concede total failure, and the mangled carcass is dragged outside to be burned by the frustrated elven wizard.

While lesser spirits may have been broken by such failure, the two nevertheless move on to the bodies of the slain wolves. One is so riven by sword blows as to make the pelt worthless, but the remaining three are intact enough to tempt the knife. Perhaps aided by their practice upon the snake, Simone's attempt to skin the wolves is met with general success, and while she fails to cleanly pare away the head she emerges from an hour of labor with three pelts in good condition. The gore of their work layering atop the gore of their earlier adventures, both are no doubt thankful for the provenance of magical cleansing.

The night passes uneventfully, with no further sign of the storm from earlier. Bellies filled with naught but cold hard-tack, you awaken to a hunger renewed. But it is not hunger for food, but for treasure and glory. Confident in the day ahead, the party returns to the Whispering Cairn to find it much as when they first arrived. However long lasting the wind from the stone face was, it apparently could not be sustained for an entire night.