Once Murrin set foot on the solid ground, instead of the shifting earth of the barrow she took a proper look around. Rows upon rows of barrows surrounded her, she frowned, trying to dig from her mind where she had been before she woke up in a grave. But it was like trying to catch a dream, it dawned on her that she didn't even know what her name was, the rhythm of it played on the edge of her mind but refused to reveal itself.<br/><br/>Standing to her full height she put her nose in the air and sniffed for signs of life. The air was permeated with the smell of the long dead, yet underneath that she smelt other smells. Life scents. She fixed on one she recognised as gnoll and walked cautiously towards it. It was large and unmistakably male.