The orks opened the back door and dragged Modal’s carcass out. Totally unconcerned about the other people on the street, mostly orks, the biggest of the three had slung the elf’s bloody body over his shoulder, then carried it into the hall. Sly was looking around nervously, waiting for some bystander to react, to interfere, maybe to run off to call Lone Star. But, if anything, the general reaction was complacency, if not utter boredom. And that, she thought, is about the scariest comment on the Barrens that anyone could make.