Let her go, and claim your spoils

Content warning: gore and no good feelings. Feel free to skip to the last sentence.

Suddenly the situation hits you. From having your ears perked forward they swivel and lower slightly in guilt. You weren't that far gone to kill an escaping pregnant woman. Even if she had peal earrings that could fetch a pretty coin or two.

You turn to regard your other victims. The first man is still going through his death throws, glistening red coils spilling out from his gut. You're ears flatten further as you avert your eyes. The Second man has just about breathed his last. The woman beneath you was still warm. But the stench of blood from her was abundant. Most of it had trickled into the junkpile below her.

Had this mound tasted the lifeblood of these natives before? Surely it had. They were destined to live short lives anyway. It was best too cull them before they could contaminate other healthy lives into living their miserable base existance.

This is what you told yourself as you bent down to grope her limp body and find your loot.

In the end, these three lives were only worth 15 copper coins and a mirror's shard.