"What happened, soldier?" you ask.

Remembering his training, the guard stands straighter. He starts to say something then, stops himself. "Luck, sir," he says. "My squad and I were on the wall. That beast toppled it and we were thrown into the trees. Heaven knows how I survived, but I fell through a branch and made it to the ground. The rest of my squad was dead. I wandered about and ran into another squad heading out of town. Joined them and made it here. That's when they came. Hooks came out of the trees and ripped the sergeant away. He screamed. Then they were on us. We took this bridge to gain the high ground. But those things, they may have walked on two legs, but weren't like any man I ever seen. They were like animals carving up the boys. One hit me and I fell off the bridge. I blacked out and he must have thought me dead. When I came to, I heard a horn blow and they ran into the woods not long after that, heading that way." He points across the bridge. "I'm lucky, I guess," he says, standing among the ruins of his comrades.

You go to the bodies of the guards and find some workable items.

Choose a dir