She snorts. "Common sense. Or rather, knowing that it's likely the start of another of the Deathlord's domain, but they don't ever think small. He was probably in the last caravansary we tried to push across." Korine's eyes go distant, just a bit. Enough to let show that the 'we' is not at any form of distance at all. "It was spread over at least two days then, though not as obvious as that black tar you seen now. Nothing at all living, bone quiet... then the night..." She shudders. "We managed to beat things back then pull away for the city again. Ten people, no goods." Touches of guilt and responsibility touch face, implying she didn't intend to make it back.
"We brought the word back, fat lot of good it did."