The smell killed it, Vialesa thought to herself. She might have laughed at the unintentional joke in her head, but such abilities were beyond her at the time, danger present or not. She gripped her sword tighter as she took a few more careful steps towards the campsite. She highly doubted anyone would make a camp right beside a rotting pile of trash-ridden corpses, and so she could only deduce something much more sinister had come upon the travelers. Someone hunched over by the fire, and she could hear the sound of horses riding upon the Earth away from the campsite.
Before she could actually make it to the camp and ask the hunched individual if they were in trouble, he and the other obscured figures in the area broke off into a strange run towards the path the horses she heard had taken. Vialesa stopped about the campsite and surveyed it. A few items were left there unattended, and so she deduced that the occupants had little time to gather their belongings before they ran off into the hills. The fetid smell lingered, but it was less foul as the time passed. Whatever had brought it there had left, clearly. Her gaze wandered over in the direction of the retreating party's direction. Worst case scenario, the foul entities had followed the travelers into the darkness beyond. If she charged in the very same way, she might find herself staring at the backsides of that which was chasing them. They had horses, and she didn't. If anything, coming upon them would only cause her to become the new target.
She doubted she could outrun the entities if they were bold enough to chase horses. Vialesa took a less direct route then, breaking off of the direct path and instead moving parallel to it several dozen feet away. The way the strangers had taken lead to another much larger campsite she could see down the hills. She could approach it from another direction, if it was indeed the location the travelers followed. Otherwise, she would simply move on and make her way to the town initially sought after.