Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160903151107/@comment-5583506-20160924021315

With the wheelbarrow well away from the camp the stench was instead centered over at the entrance. Everyone would have to cover their mouth and noses at the best of their abilites as the smell of the decomposing corpses was overwhelming. Anhjari's attuned sense of smell made her head ache.

Sibern used the collar of his coat to cover up the lower half of his face, motioning for Oman to lay the corpses out in the open. "Roll them out", he instructed with a muffled voice.

The Dunmer didn't seem to have any problem with getting his hands dirty. He grabbed one of the withered bodies without hesitation and swung it over the shoulder like a ragdoll before gently lowering it to the ground were it lay bare for everyone to see. He continued to do so until the wheelbarrow was empty and seven bodies were laid out before them. All hollow, thin, withered; with sunken faces and empty sockets. Yet the dry skin tissue was enough to distinguish which one of them had been males and females.

Four females and three males.

Vermala let out a gasp of disbelief as she saw the bodies. "I... I recognise one of them", she said and pointed to one of the supposed females in the middle. "Dramala", she said. "I recognise that necklace she is wearing."

She swallowed hard, clearly uncomfortable with the sight.

"Kay?" asked Sibern. "Do you want to start inspecting them or should we have one of the younger ones step in?"