Gorosk had walked along with the others, not particularly concerned with who maintains the map or the potions.  Despite the burden of this task he was for the most part free again and walking through nature.  The breeze on his neck and face, plants waving in the air, bones sticking up through the dirt.  As had the others Gorosk felt a chill through his spine.  Something here was amiss.  The bones of all manner of animal littered the ground, in numbers that obliterated any notion of natural random splay.

Man would pile them up with a central dumping location, or perhaps in a fire pit, or placed in to the earth to aide in agriculture.  However they did it it would have some degree of order.  Or, if they were slovenly, they might cast them out from one central location.  They might take their meal beside the fire and cast the bones out toward the tree line.  This was none of that.  And the bones were not only of animal, there were plenty of man bones as well.  Now was not the time to check, the hairs on his neck still stood at stark attention, but Gorosk was confident that were they to take the time to inspect these lands they would several human bones and many of them would have been cracked or gnawed away at.

Gorosk shared the feelings of the party, as they voiced them one by one.  The priest's warnings had been well deserved there was something out there.  He prepared himself, holding his quarter staff in a mixed overhand / underhand grip and waited for the situation to develop.  Gorosk thought to himself perhaps in another life he might make such a place a home.  Close to the wilds, independent, quiet, but then his gaze fell upon a bone which was unmistakably human in nature.  Perhaps it was good he was a wanderer after all.


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