The handful of buildings here have been purposely burned and destroyed, including the supply buildings. Any items of value have been taken. Wide weapon gashes mark the doors that litter what was once the center of the village. Men, not beasts, clearly overtook this place.

The sound of a boot scuffed on dirt draws your attention to a large, badly burned man clutching his mangled hand as he lies against the low, stone remains of a guardhouse wall. His eyes do not meet yours as you approach. Too wounded to rise, he simply stares at his boots. His gurgling breath tells you he will not live very long.