The swarm of bug-horses was descending upon a small village of thatched-roof houses like a cloud of noxious black smoke. The village couldn’t have contained more than forty houses, and the surrounding ploughed fields and single road through the middle led him to guess that it was some kind of rural farming settlement. From his spot above he could hear the faintest of panicked neighs, and once again it seemed like the leader bug-horse had decided to attack another village for unknown reasons.