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Luke is so shocked by the sudden roar of Nadarresh that he trips and falls on his face. He scrambles to his feet and whips out his sword, looking around for the attack. Realizing that the roar is Nadarresh's, he feels a bit foolish and puts his sword away.
"Are you okay? Did you see something terrible?" He walks to Nadarresh with a concerned look on his face.
Assuming Nadarresh shares something of what is on his mind, Luke responds as follows:
"These people . . . it's bad, what happened here, but they're in a better place. A lot of them, anyway."
"Telling someone what happened seems like a good idea, even though there's no way we could haul all this stuff. If we go to Holderness next, maybe there's someone there we could tell? The, um... owner of the caravan or whatever..." Luke thoughtfully scratches one of the scars on his face, realizing that he has no actual idea how caravans work, whether they are somehow affiliated with big merchants in cities or what. But there's gotta be someone responsible who we could tell about this, he thinks...
As they continue talking and working, Luke spends some time looking for small, easily carried, valuable things to take with him. He's not being a thief, but he figures that stuff will get stolen if it is just left out here, whereas they may be able to return some things to people's families by taking them now. Ultimately, if he takes any valuable things and can't find anyone to whom they should be given back, Luke will donate them to the church.
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