Ebirc's studies brought him some answers quickly enough. Many of the dead soldiers showed piercing wounds that suggested arrows had been fired upon the group. Still, many more showed where jagged blades had been slammed into bodies with force. Whoever had fought them had not put much precision in their swings, mostly just brute strength. Many of the soldiers had been stripped of their armor, whatever chainshirts or breastplates they might have been given. Yet despite the bloody uniforms, the two bodies at the bottom stood out from the rest.<br/><br/>Tribals, and based on the scream from Taiki as she saw them, friends. The two of them were strong men with firm muscular bodies, both of them dead to a single stab wound that was carried through the whole body. Through the chest and the heart, and pushing out from the back. Narrow, sharp wound that must have killed instantly.<em>Quite similar to the wounds on the orcs at the burnt village.</em><br/><br/>Taika was shaking uncomfortably at the time, Tavah's eyes the only one that could take a better look at the orcish arrow. Though it would be of little use, whoever had shot that vicious arrow was not among the more well known orc clans, meaning it wasn't the local area's few surviving little orc-clans. This one was from further afield.<br/><br/>Mark's examinations of the blade seemed to suggest that whoever had enchanted the blade had done a good job at it. The blade was sharp, not perhaps sharp enough to be<em>vorpal</em>but it definitely appeared<em>keen</em>by the way its edge felt. It was balanced to a supernatural state, and the sword itself seemed to gain weight at the swing only to lighten once more afterwards. Its impact would certainly hurt, and a faint eerie glow surrounded it, suggesting magical power within it to aid the bastard sword's swings.<br/><br/>Settling the wagons would be easy enough, it seemed nobody watched from the keep's ruins, from the remaining walls, or even the surrounding grounds. If anything, it seemed like the ground-level was practically abandoned, leaving behind a few footsteps leading down the stone steps to the darkness below, the distant glow of small metal rods enchanted to shed some light around them along the way giving light even after all this time.