A few scattered Peasants can be seen rummaging through debris cast aside some lone road between Sutica and the Marsh. They had expressions of remorse and terror, under few scaffolding that were used to comprise once sturdy abodes. A few beckon in plead, to beseech you for aid. To what will there is to answer, their voices fall deaf to only murmuring – it was inconsistent and spoke only of furred men-beasts that had terrorized the area. The scent of erosion and marred flesh slowly begins to waft itself into the air around, cadavers littered the plains just underneath the stature of the Forests. Foot-prints of an animal that had a gait of a grown man, but the brawn of an Orc, and nimble-foot of an Elf. Scattered, one may assume there were multiple;
”Please, they came in the night. Our guards were low, we were with our families – – . . .” a man pleads on bloodied palms. While the rest of them tire for a rest, weeping at loved ones since past.