To the moathouse
Second Freeday, Coldeven. 14/3/600
Despite the early call to sword in the dawn, you pack your stuff and ready to leave, Vesta again, apologies and give you a basket of fruits to the road.
You travel the known way to the moathouse, farms and fields give way to rocks, trees and foul smell of bogs. Mosquitoes and flies circle around your heads like children circle around bonfires, hours pass and the nature's sounds of twittering and far howls and barks changes to only buzzing and croaking of frogs.
Then you spot a smoke ahead, somewhere on the road, behind several hills, black smoke rises up and swirls in the high winds, 10 minutes pass and you spot a wagon on the road, the wagon is burnt out, only smoke rises up from it black charred remains, two human bodies, dressed with ocher robes lie on the road, a partially eaten horse lies on the red stained earth, another weird creature lies dead beside the burnt wagon, his body torn apart like a sausage.
Pic of the creature
you guess It's an half an hour from here to the Moathouse , and two hours before the sundown.