Evesa looked around at the carnage. Hideous blood splotches filled the path, and the carcasses of three dragons all lay around her. There were myths that some called “Dovahkiin” or “Dragonborn” could take in a dragon's soul, and that when they did the skin of a dragon peeled off leaving only the bones, as its soul was absorbed by the Dovahkiin. Needless to say, none of that happened here. But what did happen is that Evesa sat on the ground for a few minutes, keeping her weapons nearby, but also just allowing herself to recover from that terrible fight. Now was the next problem... how to take all of this stuff to a city to sell. Evesa swore to herself that the next thing she was going to buy with all of this gold would be a horse to help her carry everything and a house to hide all of her stuff in. There seemed to be no one still alive. On the bright side, even if it meant a lot of back and forth to get this stuff to Markarth, the nearest city, Evesa knew she was going to be rich at the end of it. So with that comforting thought, she stood and began disrobing the soldiers, taking the bit of gold they had on them and stacking “cleaned” bodies into a nice pile while organizing her loot into another one. Afterwards, she would have to dissect these dragons for all the bones and scales she could salvage. Those could be very valuable to the local blacksmiths and alchemy shops. Some wealthy patrons even displayed them in their houses to pretend that they had killed the beast themselves. The Dunmer had only worked for a minute or two when she heard a rustle in one of the dragon carcasses. It was that halfling kid from the other night. For a split second, she considered just letting the prisoner get away, but an idea occurred to her. "Hey you, yeah... I see you. I need some help carrying organizing and carrying this junk until I can sell it. If you come along and help me, I'll pay you 30 gold a day plus another 30 for helping me with this organization now. Interested?" her voice sounded a bit harsh, but gold was gold. If this girl agreed to it, it would be a win-win. She could get some help moving this stuff, and then sell the girl to the mine to cover her losses. "Or, if you don't like that idea ... I could just kill you now and get it over with," Evesa threatened after a short moment's pause.