Malthas, Malachi, Nicodemus, & Vemuz,
Stout and Sanchez row the longboat to shore and anchor it with a small grapple. They then prime their muskets and load the swivel gun, covering most of the clearing.
The clearing bears signs, both of recent camping, and recent carnage. The ashes of a burnt-out campfire are heaped in a small pile in the middle of the clearing. The ground and surrounding brush is spattered and smeared liberally with blood; broken arrow-shafts are littered here and there.
There are two bodies lying in the clearing, both of them horribly mangled. A man dressed like a Standishtown boatman is sprawled near the remains of the fire; his throat has been torn out and his neck broken, probably by the aforementioned wolves. A musket lies on the ground next to him.
Another man, this one dressed much more flamboyantly, and wearing seaboots, is curled up at the edge of the clearing, his right hand still clutching a gleaming rapier. His left shoulder bears deep tooth-marks, and his throat, like the Standishtown boatman's, has also been savagely torn away.
Malthas, you recognize him as the musician with the yarting from the tavern; you met him just before the fighting broke out, and in fact you and he drew steel on one another. That same rapier that he brandished two days ago in the tavern is the one clutched in his dead hand and covered to the hilt in wolf-blood. Antheos, he said his name was.
However, you all notice something strange; knowing Captain McCrenshaw, and judging by the amount of blood on Antheos' rapier, the elves took casualties as well; however, there are no elven or wolf bodies anywhere within sight. But there is evidence, mostly near the edge of the clearing, of recently disturbed earth.
Someone has been here before you.
