You make your way east and then south to get around the city and head towards the caves where you think the plague started. Along the long dusty road you see stragglers from the stampede, fellow human beings and merchant wagons making their way out of the doom city. They all tell the same tale of a horde of kittens scampering down the roads and with a few crossbow bolts discourging them from raiding their own stores.<br/><br/>A few more hours after that and you see riders coming out of the city to start hunting down the escaped kittens, however futile that effort is. They all glare at you from their helms to make sure the women were in fact real women before charging off south.<br/><br/>After a few more hours after those few hours you see what is left of the raiding party. Easily a third of their forces have been decimated, with the rest looking quite haggard from some sort of battle. Their horses foaming at the mouth and sporting more claw and bite marks. Along with their hasty retreat they are dragging some captured kittengirls by ropes from the rear of their horses, their paws bonded in front of them. They are all mewling and struggling weakly against the rough trip back home, as Alsten favorite kittengirl waitress is amongst the line of kittens on the rope line. She looks at you all and lets out a mewling cry of help, before almost falling over and getting dragged along the dirt road. She is covered in dirt and sweat and plenty of bruised from the battle.