Ardraket Oldn

Standing at the treeline of the forest Ardraket grunted slightly to himself and set the backpack of supplies down on the ground next to him. Cracking his back he watches the great plumes of smoke rise off in the distant prison. It was clear that the fortress has been attacked however what had attacked the prison was impossible to determine from this location.

Looking at the various bodies scattered over the plains he notices spots where there used to be bodies, however there are none now. Sniffing the air Ardraket grunts as he detects the slight scent of burning flesh. Clearly in an attempt to prevent the spread of diseases and the sheer number of casualties they were taking the drastic measure of burning the bodies.

With that mental conclusion Ardraket reaches into the backpack and pulls out the guard uniform he procured for this mission. Quickly dressing he looks at the hood included and puts it on. While at normal times it would look odd to have a mask on the smell of death would provide a understandable motive for having it on besides hiding his elderly face.

Dressed he puts the backpack back on and makes his way towards the closest bodies. Checking them over for any clues as to what happens he waits for another patrol of guards to come through on their rounds to collect the dead. He intention once they arrive to hook up with them and follow them into the prison itself.