Grimbjorn gave a dark smile as he turned to look at the elf.<br/><br/>"Anything left? A few craters, burnt corpses, hacked bodies, all the classic signs of a battle. If you're asking how they died, it was obviously with spell and sword. There were some odd tracks around the corpses as well, but I am not a tracker so I could not tell you what they belonged to. Suffice to say the tracks make that green hound look like a playful pup." He answered. After a thoughtful pause he volunteered another bit of information. "Both of the other groups tried heading directly south, or skirting around to the south west of the Moor. Maybe heading east and entering the northernmost reaches of the Moor would get you around them, I cannot say. I have seen no sign of the Zhentarim patrolling the Moor, but somehow they found both of our prior bands of hirelings, and shredded them with ease. That sigil is from the only corpse I found on either battlefield that belonged to the Zhents."