After days of travel on poorly kept "roads", your eyes finally meet with the grim green edge of the Prowlwood. Your contact is supposedly in a remote village, located less than a day away from this border. Seven hours later, you reach the hamlet mostly unscathed. Immediately, you notice something strange. The silence. The still, unnerving, eerie silence. What happened here? A large beast? Bandits fleeing from the war perhaps? Could some illness have found this way this far from civilization? You were about to find the answer in what remained of Prowlwood Village and of your contact.

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