Four brutalised corpses wash up on the shore near the outpost, along with the head of a fifth, and miscellaneous trash that points to what once might have been a carriage. Traders from the road, some assume, washed into the waters by the storm rains as they crossed the thin Baratak River bridge. The roads have been safe, in recent times, and surely still are... for whatever else could have cut them up so badly as the sharp stones in the riverbed?