* The next day, when Andros and Taradan once more took to the trail, they came upon a scene ruinous enough to freeze the wind into the sluggish, festering heaviness of a witness unable to look away. *
* Strewn helter-skelter along the ground were Orc-bones, picked clean, snapped in half. Some stuck up from the mud at odd angles, trodden heedless underfoot. There was a neat pile of spears, each snapped in half, meticulously arranged like a pile of firewood. Near that were similar piles of cloven helmets, shields, and gutted armor, each item cracked with slow, deliberate care and lined up in a stack. A large wolf-pelt hung draped across a branch bereft of leaves, only its bare skeleton left in a heap below. *
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