Snippet #2471504

The whole scene was morbid to come across. Her eyes raked over the body, the discarded armour, the prints that Keyra pointed out, the creatures that moved. A slender hand reached to her shoulder and pulled the lean bow from its place.

Enuren turned when the other men returned. She did not like the tone of their statement. Another body or perhaps worse.
Looking about the cave she did not see anything that would mark the being that they might be dealing with. She was familiar with mountain or high cave dwelling things not those that made their home this far down in the into the earth. Enuren looked to Dravon, Keyra, Elruin and Sevral for some clue as to who or what they might be facing.

She heard tall, sword that cauterized the wound and it brought her no clear answers. From the look on the others face it was clear that they too were not sure what was lurking in dark and dirt.
Readying her bow she wait for Dravon to take the lead.