After a few more minutes of bantering, Michael leads the bulk of the group to the edge of town where the majority of livestock have been slaughtered just as the sun dipped below the horizon.  Despite her head start, Rose manages to arrive a few minutes later smelling of faint smoke and labor typical of a blacksmith’s forge.  As you reach the massive enclosure of simple chest high wood and thatch fencing, giving the livestock within an abundance of land for grazing, you hear the chorus of distressed bleating coming from a flock of sheep that seem to be putting as much distance between them and the fencing adjacent to the tree line across the way.<br/><br/>Figuring that to be a good indicator of something being amiss, you all make your way in that general direction where upon you see another set of overt clues.  First and foremost, a patch of grass that seems darker than the rest in the fading light that quickly reveals itself as blood that is still warm despite no corpse being present.  Even a novice tracker can see the swathe of grass matted down as a result of something, likely the fallen livestock, being dragged to a portion of fencing that is missing, the edges of the woodwork appearing blackened and charred neatly as if not allowed to burn past a certain distance. You notice the swathe of disturbed ground leads off into the forest.<br/>