Over the next hour, the various members of the caravan relate everything they know about their assailant. It seems that they waited to strike until the caravan was rounding a corner, through the mountains, along a cliff edge, albeit a fairly shallow slope, covered in loose rocks and debris, so anyone falling down it wouldn't be able to make it back, easily. Their horses were butchered, but only two men were actually killed; one, who refused to stop trying to attack the creature, to little effect, and another, when the fall down the hill ended poorly, with him striking his head on a rock hard enough to cause him to bleed to death.<br/><br/>When they managed to regroup at the caravan, all of their goods had been stolen, though those who could still see it, such as those who'd slip down the hill, claimed they only ever saw one person up there, looting the entire caravan.<br/><br/>They provide any further details they have, but the only thing they know for certain about their foe is that it seemed to be an exceptionally intelligent cat, like a mountain-lion, but larger, and mostly white, and there seemed to be a human-like accomplice, who did the looting, though noone saw them clearly enough for an identification.