The Ranger, overwhelmed with sadness, contemplated the desolate scene after the battle. Mutilated corpses, torn horribly to pieces by those giant crocodiles, were strewn all over the shore in a sea of blood. They had lost practically the whole of Captain Toral’s group, with only the officer and one of his men still standing. Of Lasgol’s group, five men had survived. The Ranger slung his bow across his back and went over to the soldiers to try to use his talent in the healing of the wounded, although he barely had any energy left to draw on. Unfortunately, not being a Healer, his skill as such was very limited, so that there was little he could do with wounds so severe. They all tried to recover from the horror of the brutal fight. Lasgol did whatever he could, but without much success. The veteran soldiers were used to sewing up battle wounds and appreciated his effort, since they were aware of the complications ugly wounds like that could lead to. When they had recovered somewhat, the few survivors were unable to follow the Norghanian tradition as they would have wished by building a pyre and burning the bodies of their fallen comrades.
