Suldrel lets out a long, whooshing breath as his anger subsides and fatigue overcomes him momentarily. "I will handle the ears," he says, frowning. "You," he says, looking pointedly at Sachiko, "Are not to join me. Killing is an ugly enough business. I do not want you involved in defacing the dead, even these wretches."
The elf rests his spear by the side of the broken door and heads out to the entrance to the village with any suitable bag he can find. And then he gets to a gruesome work.