As the caravan approached the village, the townsfolk seemed to be busy with their everyday lives. Along the outskirts, young men, in their early teens, stood in a wide circle along the outer perimeter, watching over the surrounding grasslands. They happily waved at the caravan, after recognizing some of them wearing the Kobal tabard. Most of the men that weren't too focussed on their own work did the same, while most of the women preferred to ignore him.<br/><br/>"Welcome, good men!" one of the men yelled at them, a handsome man halfway it's thirties, who was dressed just like the other villagers. "Are you sent here to solve the problem we're having with that murderous creature?" Most of the villagers were also looking their way, interested in their answer. Even the women were, despite there was a general feeling of distrust coming from their direction.