OOC: That's a different post since it's mostly in GM's voice/colour.<br/><br/>The coach was eating the milestones, slowly but persistently. Despite their attention, there just were not brigands to be seen around.<br/>One thing that might have explained it was the trade caravan that they reached shortly before dusk, right after they entered the forest. Caravans are supposed to move, right?<br/>Well, this one wasn't. Instead, the traders were digging holes the soft soil next to the road, and some of the guards had taken their armour off in order to help them. Two piles of bodies at the ground provided a silent explanation for this activity, in case anyone needed one. The bodies from the larger one were thrown chaotically on top of each other, while the fewer bodies were  One of the carts was half-burned, and there was a pile of wood next to it. Obviously, the people from the caravan were preparing a funeral pyre for the larger and unsorted pile of bodies. In the meantime, a priest was overseeing the funeral rites for the bodies from the smaller pile, which was getting even smaller.