Nanaue has mostly finished consuming the pile of carnage around him when Istredd asks tht question. He makes a hiccup-belch sound and pulls himself up, a Ceknias haunch in one hand that he's continuing to gnaw on, tearing flesh from bone and then crunching on the bone.

"I go," he declares, seemingly unbothered by the mess of blood and viscera down his front. He has a few bite wounds on his arms and shoulders - which he also seems to not care about. They don't appear to have pierced too far through his thick hide.

"Maybe the smell'll ward off more of 'em..." one of the guards suggests with an uncertain look.