Staring, eyes weeping, at the horrid sight he beheld, Zachary falls totally silent. After a few minutes, his eyes sink back down to a normal width, instead of bulging out of his head as they had been. Without a word, he wipes his sword, sheathes it, and starts looking over bodies for weapons that look decent.
[spoiler]No real rhyme or reason, just looking for weapons. I can always have someone look over them afterwards.[/spoiler]