He shook his head. "Well. we were originally going to meet up near here, but we had orders that if there were any engagements everyone would break off and report back, and I would investigate if the situation did not prove hostile... I imagine by now they are some distance away." He looked at the dark tribeswoman and frowned when she stopped mid-sentence. He could tell he was the reason it was left unsaid, though the content eluded him, and had made him suspicious.
He turned back to the more cooperative, if not informative, wind tribesman. "Pity. Not knowing who made the first hostile move is... troublesome, at best. I would have to examine the body further to see if mr. meatface over there had any ties to the Siton military or other government institutions. If he was under orders to stir up trouble, it would have to be from a splinter group that must be flushed out and dealt with before they cause any... disruptions... to the precarious balance that exists at the moment....though, I must ask, did you see his face before-" He looked to the body with a disapproving frown, "-before it became hamburger? If he had any tattoos, brands, scars, or identifying markings... that would prove useful in his identification."