Tsume stopped where he was, croaching down slightly so as not to be visible to anythiing still alive in the caravan. It was not uncommon, really, to see these kinds of things. Either more rogues taking advantage of the chaos that the world had descended into, or a boon-bearer exploiting and misusing his or her gifts. If they could be called that. He crept forward, sticking to the dense foliage, trying to make out any figures in the smoke and flames. He was less than a stone's throw from the caravan when he stopped, his ear's perked, and his mind racing. Where were the ransacker(s)?