"Looks like it's been looted by pirates." Prism answered Emeryl. To the side Blake kept eerily silent. Bentora watchfully followed his every step. Striding up front, Eric carried the sword over his shoulder.
      "Blake, I have a feeling you know what happened." Prism poked at him.
      "Hmm." Blake didn't even move his lips.
      "Is something bothering you?" Emeryl asked.
      "I think, someone else is here." He flicked an ear.
      "What makes you say that?" Prism raised a brow.
      "It's still warm. These ashes are new. There must still be a few straggling looters." He scanned the terrain carefully.
      "Should we bother them?" Emeryl inquired nervously.
      "If we don't they'll gather the town and come kill us." He wearily glanced around.
      "Well, that settles that. We'll split up and do a quick search." Prism separated from the group.
      "Wait! Watch yourself!" Emeryl chased the down the bruised half elf.