Vesemir sniffed the air and shook his head. Dusty environments had been the bread and butter of his work, and he was no stranger to examining half-buried skeletons. However, this one was different; they were not unearthed bones that belonged to persons buried eons ago, these were recent, and seeing this many in one place brought up the reality of the enterprise he was currently leading. That in this place, death was sometimes far and sometimes as near as the jugular in one's neck. 

"My condolences, sir Rezello," he said, and then a pause ensued as the old Scholar searched for words that could convey his curiosity but did not sound thoughtless. "I assume you know some of them. I could arrange another expedition to return them to their next of kins, that, if you don't mind, of course."
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