Lira rushed in the ruined arch-way to find the others. Black scorch marks slithered up the broken mounds that were once walls, the pitch contrasted sharply with the pallid white of crushed bone.
The fires that seemed to have consumed everything brought back memories of Esgallhugwen's home, torched and purged of all life by orcs. But orcs were not the ones that did this to the bones.
Thoronmir came striding out followed by the rest of their company, Esgallhugwen shyed away from the bright torches, her cold grey eyes scanning the darker, as yet unlit, areas.
'What, there's more?' Thoronmir said
'Theres always more' Esgallhugwen whispered to herself.
She walked over to the bones, crushed skulls and gnarled limbs swimming in old rotted leaves. The shredded garb of Gondorian men and an evil dagger, fire pits and bones.
'Skulls crushed as if in sacrifice' she pondered what she said, kneeling, unafraid to brush away the decayed scraps of leaves and twigs. The company exchanged glances of curiosity and fear as Lira inched forward to Eswen's side.
Thoronmir gave the order, fan out and look for further clues of what had happened in this tortured place.
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