Cursing the daystar and holding her hand up against its rays, Akon makes her way back towards the monestary. Upon reaching the edge of the field, she gazes around, looking for signs of any more drakes or moving undead before continuing on.
Akon keeps her gaze scanning the monestary entrance, and the skies, looking for any more signs of trouble. She then runs her hands in a disturbingly caressing maner over one of the fallen bodies, taking in a deep full breath, letting the vial rot fill her nostrils. Her red eyes burn slightly as her fingers run over the corpse, taking in all that she can about the undead ruins, trying to see if she could determine any thing about why or how they came to be. (Inspect corpse).
As Akon inspects the remains of the corpse, she sees singed and tattered bits of clothing stuck to burned flesh. As she touches the exposed bone, the bone collapses into dust. More bite marks can be seen on the legs and back. Deep gashes into the ribcage on both sides of the flesh appear to be recent.
Akon frowns, "Hmm....." She then looks up quickly to the entrance again. "Damn..." She murmmers. Making quick work, she pulls a few small bolts of linen from her pouch and begins wrapping the remains. Tucking them under her arm, she skirts back to town, gore in hand.
Upon locating the bodies of the recently slain corpses, Akon can be seen bending over several of the different corpses. They all seem very old and have have bits of torn, rotting flesh and a myriad of stab wounds, both old and new. Two of the corpses seem to have been chewed on by something with very large teeth. Three more are singed on the backs and legs, as if burned from behind.