Storm glares around at the company. "Who's cluster is this?" He asks, his voice strangely calm and measured. The group would know it only gets like this when he is really really mad. "We have a dead body now, and no explanation yet given as to why we were even interested in this person. Was he some sort of spy, assassin, or something worse? Or, as would be my guess here, was he simply a freloader trying to score some extra coin from the refugees fleeing the giants..." He glances around at each person, then nods to the hole. "Put the dirt back in on top of him, once you make sure he is not something worse than i believe." he then turns away and stalks back to his bedroll.

Walking forward to see what is happening, Grandpa sees the dead body.

"So what was going on here, why did you kill this person?"

((Doing anything with the body, or just whistling and walking away?))

Verne stands dead still, shocked by how quickly things went sideways. He hadn't meant to injure, let alone kill the thief. His commanders words snap him back to the moment. "Uh, it was....I didn't.....yes Sir!" He uses the same spell that caused this chaotic mess to dig the hole a little deeper. "Do we check for...." His voice trails off as he tries to vocalise his thoughts, the words getting caught in his throat. He never had the stomach for killing.

Keller jumps down in the hole with the body and searches it, swearing to himself nonstop.

Investigation: 22

Bolt watches Keller search the body. She also climbs down and tries to search his face and the look of his clothes for clues as to what he may have wanted or needed at the camp. 
((Insight? 13))

Then she climbs back out, shrugging her shoulders, seemingly not much bothered by the events. 

However watching the camp intently to find out if anyone knew the person or their business. 

Keller, tucked into a pocket you find leather cord that has a disk of antler strung on it. As far as jewelry goes, it's pretty ugly, of next to no value. He also has a small coin pouch with a couple gold worth of copper and silver.

BB sits up with a start, blinking and rubbing his eyes,

"I'm awake, I'm awake!"

He looks around and sees things are pretty calm. He gives himself a solid scratching and rolls over, quickly snoring again.

Kellerr grabs the disk and the coin, showing to the others. "Anyone recognize this, or is it just a personal item? Any theories on why they were spying?"

Rusty shrugs . . .

(History? 7)

Rusty ponders, and recalls a group of outlaws that used to exist, they started out as poachers, but soon moved on to banditry. Something to do with deer.  Hart Hunters? Stag Slayers? Something like that, but they used antler beads to identify and recognize hierarchy in the group. Of course, they got put down hard fifty years back or so, all those who were caught being hung with their antler necklaces and nothing else. Rusty recalls hearing that story from one of the old timers, who was sharing some stories from the Foundry archive. The Company had been hired as security during the trial and hanging, as the outlaws were well loved by the common folk. Guarding hung, rotting bodies didn't sound like a fun duty.  He does notice that this disk of antler looks freshly carved. 

Rusty grunts.

"Probably some kind of imitation group.  It’s the symbol of a bandit group that was around a while ago, but this one’s freshly carved."

Verne takes solace in the fact that this was most likely a bandit. Bandits are bad. Bad requires punishment. He justifies the death of this person and forces himself to move on. 

He will assist in the covering of the body using his control of the earth.

Seeing that everything seems to be handed, grandpa walks back to his spot and goes to sleep again.

Bryn shrugs. As a former bounty hunter he would have preferred to take the supposed bandit alive and question him, but stuff happens. As the elves say, “de cho’ses arrive”.

He goes back to bed. Not his doing, not his problem. 

The company is one antler pendant and 2.47 gp worth of copper and silver richer.

The night passes uneventfully, and most of you are up and tidying your camp as the refugees are just waking up. The dawn comes, overcast with light clouds, but of the sort that look like they'll blow over by the time midday arrives.

((Anything you want to do as you hit the trail?))

Storm would watch his men breaking camp, nodding as they work efficiently. Once ready he would mount up and be ready to head out.

BB clears up and mounts up to go.

Keller's good to go, keeping an eye on others for any similar antler jewelry.

grandpa is good to go, riding in the middle chatting and laughing with the others, and maybe some little talks about giants when Storm is not next to him