*Furia*

Not smart. But had to do something. 
Had to fight. 

Bear lords men, see through my ruse. 

...

*Nonac trudges in giving a concerned look to the storm, no natural storm should last this long*

Furia. You alright? 
*looks concerned as she is still holding arm and can tell she in pain from wounds'
Horses scattered, bodies too. 

*carried the swords and dumps on a table, alongside a few daggers and bits and bobs that would not be destroyed by the animals natural process*
Want some of them. 
*looks to Xan and Furia*

Getting rid of evidence to identify men.