it was a little after they had consumed their last bit of food some white roots , sour but substantial that they suddenly reached the top of mirror mountain , and the sight awaiting them was a grisly one , enough to rekindle their longstanding terror of all things lying beyond the mists : the body of a man they could only assume was gorfen , for he had been mauled beyond recognition , skin , bones , limbs and innards scattered in a wide circle of dried blood and strewn with rags of white , lifeless milcloth .