The scents of sweat, blood, and fear are so thick on their bodies that even the humans themselves can smell it. Through the narrow passes they run, soldiers, slaves and villagers alike, all equal now. All struggling to find their way through the dim shadows of sunset while Risar archers on the cliff sides pick them off one by one. The trail of blood and bodies stretches into the distance, all the way back to the burning mining town that was their home.