[center][h3]Sordan[/h3]
Tellian Camp > Heading for Jarde's Party[/center]

The whispers of the wind making an ode to the dead as the swordsman stepped among the corpses. Some familiar faces, some not. This at this point was not an unfamiliar sight to him, the wind sang the same ode, whether it was the forest, the plains, or the deserts he called home, it was always deafeningly quiet following a battle, and then soon the crows would come down, or other scavengers, and the ground rots as everyone is returned to the earth.

He entered the Tellian camp tent, the commanders were not present so it would seem, and neither were their bodies. So his peers of similar rank were either safe, on the run, or died but simply away from camp. Well regardless, it didn't make much difference. Still, the normal course of action was to find a way to regroup. So far he was in the dark, and so shedding light on this would be best. Regroup, inform superiors, wait for the next thing to do.

Exiting the tent he began to make his way back down the route, heading back to the campsite he was at previously, and then following the tracks.