His companion paused, at the sight of the bodies, as she entered the camp, and she spoke a few soft words in her language, before continuing into the camp, to gather up the clothing he'd found, and tend to the women. None of them respond to his call for food, but the woman he'd found first translated for them, and they quickly line up, wrapped in cloaks and ill-fitting garments, against the brisk morning air. He'll notice, now that he's getting a chance to see them in the morning light, that they all have thin, graceful figures, and the long, pointed ears, of the elven woman he'd come here with.