"Ah, she'll be right, Glaive mate," says Kraken. He looks down at his wounds and seems to notice them for the first time. "On second thought, yeah, might be good. It'd be a bit embarrassing to fall down in front of the ladies, eh?" He nods towards Raysuldra and Whisper, with a grin and a wink directed towards Glaive.
Without waiting for the warlock to perform the healing, Kraken kneels down next to the pile of bones. Unlike Doral's careful probing, Kraken simply dives in and begins rooting around with his hands.
"These weren't your ordinary bonewalkers," he says, just loud enough for the others to hear. "Did you see me blade skate off them like they were made of stone? It's supposed to contain the bound will of a hundred ancestor warriors too, so what are they made of?" He rummages throught the remains in search of clues.
With a glance at Doral, he adds, "I can set a camp, find you bush tucker and not get lost, but tracking I was never much good at. And at night, in the rain? Besides, the old shaman used to say 'don't hunt deadfellas in the dark'. Might be wise to listen to him, eh?"