Or they're being butchered for food. The starving don't care where their meat comes from and circumstances lately haven't been kind.

[A fact she's well aware of, being at least partially responsible for some of the bigger pockets of unrest in Old Town. Still, it's not a scenario she cares much to think about, but any chance of success this warrant has lies in the both of them being able to accept all possibilities. Her lips twist, mood darkening now the warrant's well and truly underway.

In any case—]

There's a plant at the edge of town with lower standards than the rest. If there's questionable livestock [in the loosest sense of the word] they'd probably head there.