We are bone weary, but alert. Throughout the slaughter of yesterday, either Tomas and myself, or the Captain and Mr. Kagi stood by Elijah and helped him hold his arms aloft.
What before our eyes whirled in ceaseless motion, finally settled into the stillness of death behind the passage of something the likes of which I can only describe as a wave. Leastways until the clouds of carrion birds arrived. Rising and falling at their whim and gorging themselves.
Mawuli was the only one of our number who desired to descend into the valley for a closer look.
We all know he seeks Stan. He did so, against my advice. And despite the Captain claiming to have seen him flee.