Indeed. [Haurchefant might be nice, but there's no hesitation. He stabs downward, plunging the longsword into the vulture. It twitches, jerks -- and then perishes.

He pulls the blade free, then flicks it to the side to clean it of blood.]

And that we do, my friend! In truth, I was unsure how much of what I experienced upon the... orbiter? [The word is strange to him.] How much of that was real.

I'm pleased to see it was not all the workings of a fevered imagination!