He swore as he spotted the lack of guards around the manor, the place SHOULD be crawling with them. "Back home, explosions would do the same thing to you. You learned to either re-orient quickly, or how to quickly die. And explosives were basic weapons for the common troopers. Most carried at least two."<br/><br/>He jerked his head to the suspected manor. "Odds on survivors? I think at least a handful are still alive, to provide the necromancers their masturbation aid while their raised kin kill them."