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BoreasAllant Oestaer
The night passed without incident, or almost any conversation at all. It was a little bizarre to say the least, but kind of nice as well. Still, he occasionally thought back to whether that noble really was alive. It had been a month; it was a near impossibility for Allant himself to survive in the desert that long but for a noble? It was impossible. All they were going to find there was death, certainly. Death and some beasts that brought it. Hopefully they were weak enough for the Irregulars to kill them, or slow enough for them to run after obtaining some kind of proof of death.
It was the afternoon now and the group had caught sight of some kind of tomb, an excellent place for a caravaning group to rest. The band silently agreed to check it out, considering if someone was alive they could be holding out in the cool, shaded ruin. Just a couple meters from the Tomb though, Alm stopped them all and drew his blade, smelling something unsavory. Allant knew to trust the mountain man's nose and drew his two blades as well, and took formation behind the vanguard.
There weren't any enemies in the main hall, but there certainly were at some point. Bodies littered the room, savagely torn to pieces. Those that were mostly intact were instead riddled with javelin and arrows or pinned against the stony walls. "Orcs..." Allant muttered to himself, a sound assumption if he was concerned. It was obvious-- no desert scorpions could wield a bow. Didn't change that a scorpion attack would have been prettier to look at, though. The room was an absolute mess and the smell of blood flooded Allants nostrils even through the mask. He knew he'd vomit if he took it off so he'd leave it on for now.
He was on scout duty, which made sense. If the orcs were still here, he'd do well to be their vanguard now. Pox would look over the wounded-- or dead as they mostly were-- and try and find out what exactly they were up against. Allant hung back for a bit to catch the first bit of what Pox would discover, which Alm and Octavia didn't seem to mind as they wanted to catch themselves, the girl especially. "I know Orcs, so you can count on me. I can hold one or two off but you'll need to be quick on the kill." Allant offered offhandedly while looking at the Prince.
It was Orcs-- Falx blades wielded with great strength, large javelins piercing stone, and the brutal wounds all pointed to it. Something interesting though was poison that coated the arrowheads. Allant didn't catch everything but he did hear that it caused deliriousness and weakness. It may have been his bias but could Yuria have been...?
He stopped himself. It didn't matter and he had other things to worry about. A hideaway to explore. "Come, let's get going. If there's anyone here I'm sure they've heard us. The less time they may prepare, the better."