The remaining bandits had been thorough, not a stitch of serviceable armor nor weapon remained, the clothing that was left with the bodies held too much blood to be worth washing out. Anything of even simple value was taken, evidenced by torn earlobes and even recently pulled teeth. As Wild Heart follows the path of carnage, she finds the entrance, already quickly being reclaimed by the Lilac Solanum and a vine with glistening thorns. A little ways into the forest nearby, a last stand sight provides the largest collection of bodies. The buzz of flies, the coating of ants, and the rustle among the low lying brush shows the first signs of first line scavengers. A sharp ear catches the closest wolf of a pack circling the dead. The movement of men causes the pack to withdraw. A single chest, locked but shattered holding a single scroll. The scroll held the roster and adventurer's agreement of the former treasure reclaimers. A prayer of farewell, crafted and scribed in a clear hand added 35 names to the list. This scroll was sealed with the thumb of blood of 18.