It was a the most rewarding bath of his life. That the rags he wore to shreds since leaving the Red Pit, the dirt, dust, sweat, and lack if grooming, all taken away by the waters of the oasis.
It was a fight to restrain himself, the grinning and drinking in the sights of femininity on display fed him a meal that would last, at least that day.
It was not in the nature of man to be naked. The rags had to be replaced and the sorrow of seeing so many dead at the battlefield, to only dulled the need to rejoin civilized man a little.
As he moved among the bodies, the horse trader looked for any living. Those living but mortally wounded, he called out to the healers, as he had not the skills to detect anything but the rise and fall of breath, marking each he found, if any, with an upright weapon stuck in the ground with a ribbon of torn cloth of leather.
Respectful, Tiberio listened and gave words of comfort, regardless of any language he did not understand. Then on to the next, and next.
Any dead he found, he placed them in a peaceful repose, while looking for any marks as to which side they may have fought for in life, trying to learn the colors and symbols, so he may later identify the sides.
It was also a hunt for boots or sandals for his feet, better, covering that had blood which could
be washed out, anything that was not a uniform or symboled to one side or another or that could be removed by knife.
A shield and weapon last. Then to the horses and it was a heavy thing to do, ending their suffering was a mercy.
08:35, Today: Tiberio rolled 11,10,8,7,10,17 using 3d6,3d6,3d6,3d6,3d6,3d6 with rolls of 5,5,1,5,3,2,3,4,1,3, 1,3,2,5,3,5,6,6.
Six, 5 Min, search checks. 11,10,8,7,10,17
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