Something was very wrong. Scraeth traveled in very small groups, yet judging from their bodies littered about this group must have been a very large one. And their had been multiple grand scraeth. Not a good sign at all. As selfish as it may be, she was thankful they had missed arriving for that battle. As she was staring at what remained of the battlefield, she saw Roland begin severing the stingers of one of the scraeth. She was going to ask him what he was doing, before he provided the answer himself. Even Crag chimed in about how it was even more potent and profitable when distilled into a purer form. The idea of stealing their venom and using it as a weapon had never occurred to her. The more this journey went on, the more painfully obvious it became to her that she was the least seasoned member of the group. At least that problem should be corrected by the time their quest reached it's conclusion.
"I would suggest we hurry up these corpses will most likely lure some other creatures, and i would rather not be around to meet some of those," Crag spoke.
"I agree," Alleria said. "This place gives me a bad feeling." She had tried reasoning why so many scraeth would band together, and the conclusions didn't necessarily bode well for the group. On the one hand, it may have been some of them were forced out of their territories and into another group due to a natural disaster. On the other hand, perhaps something bigger and stronger than the scraeth had forced them to band together for protection. She remembered what Nash had said about demons and shuddered.
"I should very much like to reach this Gillem you spoke of earlier before we run into anymore trouble."