You step out from under the overhang and signal for your warriors to follow you, save for a pair who, knowing their own roles, automatically take up scouting positions slightly ahead of the main party. The path beneath you is initially muddy, but it soon becomes rockier as the ground rises. The surrounding forest is alive with the dripping of water—the last vestiges of the storm, now over, that continues to make its way through the foliage of the pines.
One of your scouts raises his hand in warning, and you signal for the other warriors to stop before moving forward to see what has caused the man to halt. On the path ahead of you, perhaps a hundred paces away, you can see a body lying facedown in the dirt. You can't see much more than that from this distance, including whether this man—for it is a man's form, as far as you can tell—is alive or dead.