“Damm.” John grabbed at Tim as his foot skidded on the grass. He looked down, the grass was covered in blood making it easy to slip on. Tim looked at him as if about to comment and then said “This way.”<br/><br/>They’re where three lumps in the grass ahead of them along with a buzzing cloud of flies. John looked at them trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Tim supplied the answer, “That’s all that is left of three cows.”<br/><br/>And left was right, something had ripped them apart, flesh, bone and entrails where scattered over a wide area. Tim continued, “I guess that it ate one and the other two where just amusement.” Then he looked at John, “So what you going to do about it?” John tore his eyes from the heaps of flesh, “Me?”<br/><br/>Tim nodded, “Yes you, you are Greenwards town constable.” John snorted, “Yeah which means I throw drunks into the drunk cell and sort out domestics. I do not go head to head with things that can rip cattle apart like that. Anyway I have no idea where it is.”<br/><br/>Tim half smiled, “I do it’s tracks went as far as the old ruined tower. And before you ask it will be a cold day in Hell before I go into that tower after it.” He mused, “We need some daft bastards who think they are hard enough.”<br/><br/>John nodded, “Aye we need monster hunters, I will put the word out.”<br/><br/>And true to his word he did, notices appeared in the local villages.<br/><br/>Monster hunters required.<br/><br/>Please contact John Constable of Greenwards.<br/><br/>At the Golden Way Tavern Greenwards.<br/><br/>