"Aye, her, the cannibal, aye." Seren creates a short chuckle,
"I killed her, twice. Popped her head like a water-melon with my trusty Heretic-Slayer."
He pats his mailed hand to his horse-man's pick.
"If she proves a problem, I'll handle it for ye. Or ye could just crucify her for me."
After that, Seren skips off, once more traversing his path of faith and bloodshed.