"We ain't heard about any-- sorcerers," the Sergeant says, looking around as of they might see them right now. All he sees are hands trying to dig themselves out of the dirt, quite possibly to drag bodies after them, who the fuck knows. "Would the Keeper person have warned us if there was somebody like that around? Or d'you think it might be the spirits." He hoped not. The Soldier really liked them. "Or, shit, that Keeper person herself?"