Fiera watched things silently from behind, shaking her head and wondering a bit out loud. "Why was a head buried? If you had to flee in a hurry, why bury a head like that? Even if it was a dead relative, I think you should have made a grave outside and add a cross on top of it, marking it as a burial site, but the way it was, that didn't seem like a grave at all." Her tone was dead serious about this. "The way you looked when we came, and this talk now, sounding like you want to die, I cant understand why you would do this." She sighed. "Neither do I understand why those birds let you walk unharmed but attack everyone else. Now, tell us everything we need to know."<br/><br/>Fiera stepped forward, a stern look on the elven woman's face. "People came here to help out of their good will, and instead of a chance to help they find themselves attacked by things we were not expecting, and might have died here too. I think you owe us a lot of explaining now, and starting with threats. If there's more, we need to know. How many birds are there? Did we kill all of them, or do you know where they come from? Why are they hunting for the flesh of intelligent people?" She frowned. "I'd have thought such things would attack livestock but to attack people is so bold, I think they would need to be eradicated or at least driven away from the farmlands so nobody else has this kind of tragedies."