*As Drax walks back, he hears a bit of a commotion coming from further down one of the main streets, one that resolves itself into a small throng of people, crying and wailing. In a few moments, he can catch snatches of the hulabaloo.*
"...terrible things, in the fields..." "Came out of the west, stripped my cattle to the bone! One of them attacked my daughter..." "...ate his dog before his eyes..."
*The center of the commotion seems to be a collection of farmers, woodsmen, travelers, many bearing signs of freshly-wrapped wounds, some carrying pitiful remains of small animals gnawed by something... rats in Drax's opinion. Rats were everywhere, even in the swamp, and Drax had seen the results of rat bites before. But it looks like as if these creatures had been attacked by hoards of rats. What the people are wanting, Drax wasn't sure at first, but he realizes they're going in the same direction as he was; toward the Adventurer's Guild.*
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*Back in the Guildhall, everyone else can hear some faint crowd noise that's steadily getting louder...*