The two dead orcs had been struck into the chest just once, an impaling strike on both of them. Whatever it had been made its way from chest to their back, and by the looks of them both had been aimed very well, knowing how to strike to miss the ribs and push through the chest. Yet neither had hit the heart, leaving them to bleed out on the ground. It seemed deliberate, they had been struck on the wrong side of the chest for that, but still lethally.<br/><br/>The orcs gear was a crude mixture of patches of metal, chain and tough leather with studs to it, combined with straps, animal hide as well as even bones, thrown together in a mix that seemed more cobbled together than finely made. The falchions laying on the ground were pretty average in their makings, hardly of any great quality but not that bad either. One of them did have a map of the hamlet, with several houses on it crossed over with an x. These houses seemed to have been burned to the ground, but three out of the twenty six buildings still stood, and were not marked with any signs on their crude map.<br/><br/>Nalin's march to the middle of the town with his companions seemed to draw no interest from their surroundings, and a little looking around would reveal the place to be as abandoned as it had seemed. No more orcs, nor whoever had killed them, were anywhere in sight. All that did remain was the smoldering ruins of recently torched abandoned buildings.<br/><br/>Even looking at the intact buildings would reveal little though, other than the fact they'd been abandoned a good while ago already and anything of real value had been taken by the people that left, or taken by any scavengers that may have come afterwards.