Takal treads forth through the harsh winter environment. Many of the recent events still  on his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">we must not be corrupted by chaos</span>he thought<span style="font-style: italic">if our hearts are not in order, then we will surely fail.</span><br/><br/>upon arriving at the small town labeled on the map, a scene of devastation awaits. He stops as they survey the damage in the city. A fell wind picks up whiping his enormous hair to and fro.[no pun intended]<span style="font-style: italic">what could have attacked the city with such accuracy, but leave no bodies? Why was he even asking himself that?</span>he wondered.<span style="font-style: italic">He knew damn well what had done this. Someone or something(s) hungry</span>For one of the few times in his life, Takal felt nervous.<span style="font-style: italic">a destroyed city, with no bodies could possibly mean lingering predators...</span><br/>Takal continues to search the city, but is on his guard should something happen.