What Lingers

The quiet was overwhelming, the trees looked old and knotted as if they could have been described in some tale meant to say around a campfire.

Islana went towards one of the trees getting a good look at one of the runes but didn't touch it. The young woman wasn't familiar with runes though they had the shape of a person or at least it looked that way to her.

Her ear kept a sound out for animals beyond birds or any other noise she might notice. Walking with Jyin and Hendrick, Islana put her arm against her nose but it did little to hide the smell of death. Peering into the ditch, it looked like a grave but how many bodies were actually in there was anyone guess.

Between the smell and the sight of rotting bodies everything was overwhelming and Islana backed away from the grave a little.

She looked at the two men with her, "I do not believe one old man, no matter how lost in his own mind he might be, could have caused such carnage."