Boromir is very much in the heart of the Brock Marsh district, with lots of creature corpses left in his wake. Right now he's slashing and stomping on a pile of pipe-crawlers. It's a small enough group not to make him pass out from nausea, but big enough that he was able to put two and two together and realise they were the only living thing present making him very close to losing his last meal.

If anyone were close enough, they would hear him muttering, "My stewardship for a bucket of salt..."

There's a crash from behind, and he turns to see a stalker quickly charging towards him. He moves, ducks and slice. The creature is dead. And he lifts his sword to take care of the creatures waiting to burst out.