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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jbear" data-source="post: 5591142" data-attributes="member: 75065">Relic curses under  his breath.The wind has blown dust in our eyes and blinded our good sense. We were foolish to let these two alone. Either these woods are quite savage and the scent of meat drew the wolves, or our friend has caught up with these two and set his pets upon them. At this stage I'm not sure how much it matters. They are dead either way. Relic peers into the trees still tense and alert as though expecting an attack at any moment.Can you tell if it was wolves being wolves or a directed attack? Any sign of our ranger being involved? The horses can't just have disappeared ... With a sigh, Relic continues as if not really expecting any satisfactory answer to be found.I wonder how much they charge to have someone brought back to life at the local temple ...Relic hefts his pouch filled with the valuable gems a few times and tries to remember which religion did the cheapest resurrections, before putting it back away.Perhaps all we can do is give them a dignified burial. They deserve at least that much. He then wanders over to the front of the wagon and checks the reigns to see if they have snapped, been cut or perhaps untied, and supposing horsed hoof tracks of a panicked horse must bee fairly easy to follow from their point of origin he tries to bring his eyes into focus and see which way they have gone.</blockquote>