With Dugu's death, silence seems to permeate through the camp and the surrounding forest. The bandits are no more, and your warriors stand around, tired, waiting for your next instruction.
Vanya comes over to stand beside you, and claps a hand on your shoulder. "I wish he'd met that fate much sooner," he says, before turning to the corpse. "That's for Tihana, you bastard. May her spirit haunt you in the life beyond."
"It's getting late," says Kral. "We should return to our horses and make our way back to Tar-Domos. Whatever the Black Wolves were doing in this forest, they are doing it no longer, but if there are further threats out there, then I believe that back at home, with our people, is where we should be."
You nod, wearily. "You're right, Kral. Take what we can from this camp, then have the warriors move out. I think we have seen enough of this forest to last a hundred lifetimes."
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