Together you and Pylia began to operate on the two. Shortfang stood on watch to make sure no other bandits or monsters came by while Ferric went to get the boy who was entirely unresponsive. It took the two of you a good thirty minutes in the pouring rain. Pylia had a serious look the entire time, tending to the wounds of the man before getting to the woman. But soon she stopped and shook her head. "It's... It's no good. I did everything I can for the man and he might be able to make it but..." Pylia gulped hard, standing up and wiping the blood off her hands. "It's too late for her. The gashes on her arms bleed her out quickly." Going to the cart, Pylia secured a large tarp and covered the body in it.

Ferric looked at the scene with a grim look. "Well... Let nothing go to waste. There's still some supplies here, not to mention the equipment off the brigands. We can take the three in the back of the cart, if the rest of you don't mind walking. I suppose we could... Bury the body nearby." Shortfang looked at everyone and points up towards the skies. "Got to move. Rain harder. Everyone get sick if we stay." Pylia was quiet as she prayed over the body.