Karis slurped down the last of her kebob, finger-bones twitching slightly as she sucked the juice off of them.

Not quite as good as fresh off of a warm corpse, but still delicious. Still enough to make her happy for a few minutes. Sometimes she wondered it that was deliberate; whether the Lich King had created zombies like her and built their pleasure centers to respond to human flesh and only human flesh. Well, not just human. Flesh of the sentient, of the sapient. Interesting thought.

"It's better than the slop they feed us, that's for sure. Not like I can hardly taste anything else, either."