The first thing made him happy that he didn't have a working stomach, because if he did it would have been occupied by butterflies right about now. The fire of the moist cave he and his troops were using as a camp-site illuminated the sand and soil that he knew held the tiny, innocent bones of the very first human children to grace the planet. Most had been shifted. He didn't know where, and it baffled him. They had not been taken to the catacombs underneath Utgarde Keep. Tomorrow, or later today, he was going to lead a group into the Keep itself, to see if they were there.