Your ghosts rummage through the town and round up most of the inhabitants. A few are lucky enough to flee, but most who attempt to are swiftly slaughtred.
Only five dozen elderly men and women appear to have any notable skills - most of the actual craftsmen served in the town militia. Still, the other prisoners allow for a great feast for you and your ghosts. You can watch the will of the captured craftsmen break as their friends and families are butchered by your army.

You move north, towards the Mourning Fields - a distance of one hundred miles.
A time durning which you might run into all sorts of patrols, either from the Marukan Alliance, or even from Lookshy.