Daniel smelled it too. Burning wood, flesh and other things that he couldnâ€™t quite describe. There was no wind to carry the smoke and smell around. The smell of death was just spreading slowly without any help. Like it was grasping anything that was near to spread itself.<br/><br/>Daniel looked over his shoulder at her and said, â€œI think itâ€™s wiser to go by foot now. Who knows if they are still there. Weâ€™d only get spotted sooner when we ride.â€ He explained. He made his horse stop and unsheathed his sword from the sheath in his saddle. Then he patted his horse on its neck and talked to him. Told him that theyâ€™d be back soon as if the horse would understand him. He then stroked his hand through the manes and took another good look around them before getting off the saddle. He offered his help to Relina.