"[color=f26522]I am Sydiri Haunlar, these are my fellow guards.  This is Tore-[/color]"  Began the first of the group to have taken notice of the new arrivals.  Unfortunately, she had barely begun to introduce the rest of her companions when the second guard she had been gesturing to interrupted her.

"[color=ed1c24]The fuck it looks like happened here?  We were attacked![/color]"  The bald Illuskan man spat out, rounding on the group.  He glared first at one intruder then another before finally settling on Anchor.  "[color=ed1c24]And damn right you're too late.  I suppose you just want to pretend to care long enough to loot what our people left behind when they fled.[/color]"

"[color=f26522]That's more than enough.[/color]"  Sydiri responded, making a sharp cutting gesture at the second guard as she spoke, eyes narrowing in anger at the outburst.

"[color=0076a3]But what of the people?  They still haven't returned.  The giants took what they wanted and left.  That was three days ago.  No one has come back, other than that pack of filthy scavengers.[/color]"  Chimed in a third guard, a Damaran woman with close cropped black hair.  She spoke more calmly than either of the other two guards, but her eyes never left the woman lying on the table while she spoke.  

"[color=1a7b30]They're dead.  Just as we will be soon enough if we don't pack up and leave.[/color]"  Added the morose voice of the final guard.  A Tethyrian man with medium length brown hair, he leaned against a pile of rubble as he spoke sounding utterly resigned to the dire situation.

"[color=f26522]We still have a duty to the town.  Someone has to come back eventually, or at least a patrol from Daggerford or Waterdeep will learn of this and send help.[/color]" Sydiri added, making an honest attempt to sound hopeful yet falling flat.

"[color=ed1c24]If they even care, that is.[/color]"  The bald man interjected.

"[color=1a7b30]the lady is dead, what duty does a guard have if the line they guard has ended?[/color]"  The Tethyrian said with a small shrug.

"[color=0076a3]There's still the people of the village, someone should figure out what happened to them.[/color]"  Insisted the Damaran, taking her eyes away from the dead woman and finally turning to look at the intruders.  She eyed the new arrivals as though weighing them each in turn, raising an eyebrow at the sight Tortetarte.  Before she was able to say anything further, the one bald guard was speaking again.

"[color=ed1c24]They're dead too most likely.  Probably bandits.  Maybe even those bandits over there.[/color]" The bald man concluded, pointing an accusatory finger at Marcon.