War'nak leaned on the wrecked wagon as he watched one of the humans tend the Elf. He had gone through the dead and found the rest of the men from his caravan and pulled the bodies to one side. He used a spell he had learned to burn the bodies. He knew the Reds would defile them if he didnt. They had lost all of the horses save one. They slowly put the ranger on it then cautiously began the long walk away from the destroyed caravan camp. They didnt know how many they killed, and War'nak didnt care. When this was done, and the Kings Nephew returned safely, he would come back. They would pay for the lives they had taken this night, and every other life they have taken. He swore it to himself that he would kill them all.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>"Aye, the horses still be spooked so we cant stop. Better that way. Whoever eyes up must follow to catch us. We might as well go to the backup check point...... It is farther and will give the horses time to calm down." He talked as he pulled a few blades and stuck them point down into the wagon seat, easily reachable for him while holding the reigns.