The Elder was dreading the wrath of the Warmaster as he led them through the village. He thought of a million different things to say, none of which felt right. If he said anything, it might be seen as an excuse. The worst part was that when the Warmaster did learn of what happened, he could do anything he wanted to the village with impunity.
At town square, most of the unit broke off and secured defensive positions. Even though they could wreck the village, even though they outnumbered the clearly terrified guards, they were still paranoid. Only the gods knew what they would do if they came across Wildlings, or went to Drakar.
At the Barracks, the Warmaster was clearly starting to understand the scale of the disaster. When the windows were opened and the Warmaster saw the remenants of his crew, the anger on his face said it all.
"The only survivors were brought here. Everyone else was dead. I was told it was a... disturbing sight." the Elder said meekly.
The Healer merely turned around when the demons entered his room. He didn't rise, or ask questions, or scream. He simply waited for the demons to take their crew and leave.
The big demon in the bed woke up. Though the words weren't translated, they could tell the newcomer had some superiority over the wounded one.
The General lost its temper, yelling something that sounded like "mining" then calmed down. It thought for a moment, then spoke. Its words terrifyed both the Elder and the Healer when they heard the translation.
"The bodies?" the Elder cried, physically trembling. "They were... um..."
"Naqah tradition has it that the bodies of the dead were burned" the Healer said, in the artful tones of a doctor delivering bad news "It was to help the soul escape the corpse to go to paradise. I apologise for your losses, but it was hardly our fault. Your men and women were given their last rites on our soil and recieved the same honorable funeral we would have given our men. We even closed their eyes and said a few words," the doctor paused, placing his ring and index fingers over his eyelids and resting his middle finger on his forehead, a sign that meant 'rest in peace' "Requirum ine Pace. Your men fought honestly and bravely, and I am certain they are with their god in Paradise. And I'm sure you saw the pirates on the beach. We don't condone piracy here - what they done was murder. So we did to them what we do to murderers - we made them into examples."