The heroes reach the eastern outskirts of the village, moving between the dozens of humble huts of mud and straw as well as the slightly more presentable cottages. Regardless of the station of their owners however, each dwelling is a broken thing, removed of doors as well as window bindings, some showing signs of having recently been scorched. Though activity here was relativly recent, the village seems perfectly still.
When you reach the village center, a horrifying but by now familiar sight greets you. The bodies of twenty or so peasents, mostly male are strewn over the dirt ground, big gashes and teeth marks visible on their limbs, some of which are no longer attached to their bodies. Whole chunks of flesh have also dissappeared, apparently eaten.
In the center of the clearing, a wooden stake is crudly posted in the ground, titling slightly northwards. Binded to it by vines is a woman of mature years, looking little better than the surrounding dead hangls limp. In the rapidly fading light, she can still be seen breathing.
Norri: Your little ears perk up as, from behind the surrounding cottages, you hear what sounds like the light tap of a dogs paws hit the hard ground..more than one...as well as some indiscernable mumbling....