He had reached the source of the smoke. standing at the edge of still smouldering rubble the man surveyed the scene in front of him. Cobblestoned streets were streaked with ash, arrows protruded from windowsills of the various walls that still stood. He walked into the small town, isolated and in the middle of nowhere.

Those beasts had gotten here ahead of him, ripping their own flesh-tearing path through the countryside. He sighed in a dejected sort of way. Pulling the brim of his hat up his gaze scanned the remains of the town. There was the inn, the pub, a bakery...

he paused. Something was very wrong here. Where were the residents? It was as if the whole place had been some elaborate stage, set up and burned purposefully. He kicked at some of the charcoaled wood from the beams of the inn. This was certainly food for thought.

Around the corner of one remaining wall peered a pair of lime green eyes filled with loating. Had this-this creature wreaked such havoc upon what was once such a peaceful town? The green hackles on the back of the watcher's neck rose in anger. It bared its sharp teeth and slinked back behind the wall that hid it from view.