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</div><br/><br/>It had been the first night in a long time that he had spent the night beside a woman, without having spent part of the night inside her. He couldn’t remember the last time, truthfully, though he thought as he yawned that this was likely the first of many yet to come. The sounds of camp breaking roused him from sleep, and Will carefully crawled out of the tent, easing his bag behind him, and stood to take in the day.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” he thought, “porridge. The breakfast of champions.” Still, it was better than no warm food at all, and once their small party lost the advantage of a large group, they would be lucky to have a heated meal. Soon they were all on their way, the missing soldiers’ horses taking on more of the pack gear, and everyone seeming more solemn after the strange night with the woman, the BOOMing, and the Giant.<br/><br/>Before their break they stopped for a commotion near the front. At Holger’s order Will remained with the others, turning his horse sideways to keep them contained between himself and Red. He looked at the large man. Or…whatever he was. He seemed so quiet, like a gigantic gentle shadow, but last night the man had been the one to send away the ‘witch’. And then there were the throwing of the bones. What had he seen? What had he said? When men spoke as rarely as Red did, one could count on the fact that when he did, it was important.<br/><br/>When the soldier approached and told the scout to move to the front he frowned. There was no trail here to find. Why did they need him up front? But being the man for hire he was, he walked his horse to the front and saw his<s>boss</s>Captain squatting and peering down the road. Before him laid a body.<br/><br/>Or parts thereof.<br/><br/><i>"What do you see, Scout?" Holger asks gruffly.</i><br/><br/>Will bit back the urge to say something ‘funny’. Death wasn’t funny, no matter how odd it was. He scanned the area briefly, then his eyes settled on the dead body. Whatever had killed the soldier was still out there, and though they might not encounter it again between now and the Outpost, they might run into it or its kin once alone. He decided to do a<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b>thorough survey</b> </span>and see if there were clues for what had killed the man, and how he had been so dismembered in the strange oval clearing and leave his clothing and armor intact.