It was quiet.
Usually after battling such a force, it would only draw more Scourge to the area, but that didn't seem to be the case.
Perhaps we killed so many we scared the others away!
Like the Scourge have fear…
What was more likely was that the amount of life to taint had dwindled to such a small amount that the Scourge were no longer drawn to our small group; instead heading for other forces either north or south.
Not that I, or anyone else really, complained.
We were drained. Defeated. Exhausted.
Done.
We were stronger, but weaker than ever before.
Many lost family members who were their only reason for fighting. People like Lor who lost his daughter. Drath lost two of his sons and apparently almost his daughter too. Tristan and Marcus lost their father. Their mother too, but her death was self-inflicted upon hearing the news of her husband.
