It was hard to say whether or not the bandit with just the sword was dead or alive. He was probably dead though. He wasn't moving, and that was usually a sign that someone was indeed dead, and that was as far as Lyrisa's knowledge of the healing arts was taking her. As for a search of the body, if Lyrisa did that, just the broadsword, leather armor, and a small coin pouch containing 6 iL were the only somewhat valuable things that turned up. Nothing really special, these guys were probably small time bandits and most of their loot was apparently buried behind a rock near the supposedly abandoned bandit camp. Still, the crossbowman seemed sincere, and that was because he was scared shitless. 

With three new horses in tow, Lyrisa and Allereun riding on two of them now, the party was able to move a bit more quickly without having to worry about who would ride on whose horse. It made things a bit easier. Now the party had to navigate through these hills, and hopefully not run into anymore bandits or anything else that was dangerous since currently Fiore and Leifr were still a bit wounded. 

While Allereun's skills of navigating the land and Lyrisa's knowledge of navigation techniques themselves were invaluable, Leifr was the one who had a spark of genius here. Perhaps he remembered a few key pieces of navigational advice someone told him or maybe stumbled upon a map of these hills. Regardless of the case, Leifr was navigating them through the hills with ease, knowing the terrain and knowing strategic places in it to put something like a bandit camp. Soon enough, within just a few hours time of riding, the group would come upon a large fence made out of large wooden poles, a fortification meant to keep people out, a wooden gate that was ajar. 

There were no bandits though during their entire ride. None during their search of the hills and not even a single one when they arrived at the camp. There were no sounds of activities going on, only the sound of the small group riding along. And just as one bandit said, about fifty paces northeast of the entrance was a somewhat large looking rock, but whether or not anything was buried there would be the knowledge of any spades the party had, which seemed to be none unfortunately. Still, if there was even treasure there, perhaps either searching the camp would turn one up or they could remember the rock and come back later. 

Still, the camp laid before them, a look inside through the wooden gate would reveal not a single soul. A basic look into the camp showed there were a few tents here and there, but they were mostly collapsed, some of them even scattered about as if the elements had their way with them. A fire pit in the center, but its coals were black with no embers. Either way, the entire place looked like it was simply abandoned, as if no one had been here for months, just as the Crossbowman said. There were also a few small makeshift huts at the southeast corner, near the northeast in the center, and a larger, not so makeshift looking one in the center of the northern wall that seemed to actually be built into the hill a bit, the hill behind it a part of its structure as was the wooden spike wall behind it. 

Other than that and the other scattered thing here and there, no bandits were in sight, as if this place had been simply abandoned many Cycles ago.