Thump.
One by one, the corpses were dumped into the pit. Kain dragged one or two light bodies behind him, while the man carried four stout males on his shoulders at once.
"One more!" Kain threw the body off the edge in a sudden motion.
The man glanced at him. "You are different from other Wanderers I have met. Most young men fear death, battle, and blood, especially those from your world."
"Well..." Kain scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "A few minutes before I was here, two people died right before my eyes, maybe even more that I didn't see. I had to... come here to survive."
"Agh, I see. You were in the heat of battle? That would explain a lot of things. That must be why you woke up earlier than you should have, the adrenaline from the life-or-death situation didn't let you sleep for long."
