Fendros would find little of use on the charred Imperial corpse. The spell she had immolated herself with had been a fairly powerful one that had burned her inside and out. Even if Sabine had been able to act quickly enough, it was unlikely that she would have been able to stop her from killing herself. Obviously, she had been a dedicated zealot to Vile's cause, but hopefully, the rest of their hostages would not share her conviction. For the ones that surrendered in particular, it did not seem likely. 

In inspecting the wagon, there was one more interesting discovery to make. In the midst of the fighting, a Breton woman and a Breton girl about ten years of age had hidden themselves away behind a crate in the back. The woman had covered them with a cloth tarp to keep themselves effectively out of sight. The horses had been scared away in the fighting, so Kaleeth remained in her werecrocodile form to help pull the cart. However, as she walked past the cart after her meal, she caught a scent, then pulled away the tarp out of curiosity. Immediately, there was a shrill scream as the Bretons laid her eyes on the monster towering over her. Unlike the others in the camp, they were not armed or armored, and the older woman did not move to defend herself with magic.

"Fendros." Kaleeth said to get his attention, though the screaming had likely already done so.