[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5UM05qWVhJLC4w/canterbury.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr] The small one's comment garnered a significantly louder chuckle. Oscar then grabbed some fresh snow and washes away the blood and gore from his person before approaching the little priestess and gives her a couple gentle pats on her head and a warm smile to show appreciation for the humorous reply. [color=orange]"Don't worry about eating poop, Katya. I promise it doesn't have any. Just think of it as weird ham."[/color] The ranger then moved towards the driver's seat and took his position upon it. He then turns to their recently raised phalanx. [color=orange]"Argen, I know you're feeling better now, but you lost a substantial amount of blood earlier. I ain't forcing you to sit down and rest; I'm only suggesting that you take a little break for the time being."[/color] Oscar said with a concerned tone. Weather or not Argen acted on his suggestion, they would make their way to the site of the ransacked cart at a steady pace. [hr] The fiend knight was the first to greet them as they and the cart managed to finally reach the site. His heart sank as he saw what the fiend knight held in one of his hands. It was a bundle of steel tags. The embers of hope was extinguished at the sight. It was made well aware that there were no survivors from this incident, and it was an undeniable fact. This was to be expected outside of the walls of the city. This was not some fairytale story where they get there in time and save them all and be big damned heroes. To make matters even worse than it already is, whatever or whoever did this to them was still out there. Oscar leaves the driver's seat and walks to the fiend knight and pats him on the shoulder and thanks him for collecting the tags. He wasn't sure what drove the fiend knight to collect the tags of the fallen, but he appreciated it none the less. The tags were nameless, of course. Many soldiers considered placing one's name upon their tag to be a bad omen. Treating it similarly to writing one's last will and testament before going off to fight. Basically resigning themselves to death. His own tag rustling softly underneath his leather armor. A constant reminder. He then approached the bodies and inspected each before moving them aside for the priestess to bless and not be an obstacle for their cart. Who knows? Maybe Oscar and company would have recognized their faces, as they did not know their names. He saw the wounds and came to a similar conclusion as Siwon and Ettamri had. This was not an accident. News regarding party wipes were not uncommon in the walled city, but this was not just a wipe. It was a calculated and organized attack. Someone or something purposefully ambushed and killed the soldiers...but why? If it were beasts, the motivation was to eat. But the grain or bodies would have been eaten to a degree and the horse had only certain parts cut off and eaten. If it were bandits, the motivation was to get money and goods. But the equipment was left untouched and the goods were destroyed and not taken. None of this situation made sense. The ranger gently shook his head side to side as he finally lays the last body. [color=orange]"Katya, would you kindly give them their last rites?"[/color] They had little room in their cart and it was an unrealistic idea to bring their bodies back to the city. So at the very least, they could absolve them from the curse of undeath. It was the least they could do. [hider=Inventory] [list] [*]Bow +1 x1 [*]Quiver (20 Broad Head Arrows) x1 [*]Arrow Bundle (9 Bodkin Arrows) x1 [*]Trusty Machete x1 [*]Hunting Attire and Cloak x1 [*]Wide Brimmed Hat x1 [*]Durable Backpack[list][*] Sleeping Roll x1 [*] Mess Kit x1 [*] Tinderbox x1 [*] Water Skin x1 [*] Dried Rations x8 [*] Coil of Rope (60ft) x1 [*] Small Hooded Lantern x1 [*] Spool of Fishing Line (150ft) x1 [/list] [*]Coin Pouch (3 sp, 3 cp) [*]Dagger x1 [*]Goblin Ears x3 [*]Small Pelt (Unidentified) x1 [*]Raw Meat x1 [*]Abom Pelt x3 [*]Abom Meat x3 [/list] [/hider]