Event on Farming Towns

Stumbling onto your path is a young girl. Her dress is torn and tattered, and she is half starved. Bringing her food and water she wolfs down the offering. Her story is a brave one, as she counted the numbers in the garrison while hiding from the scouting parties for several days. Last count there were five men on large, black horses. Ten had glowing staffs, and there are twenty of the bloodsuckers. There were thirty-five women in rags with glowing eyes and could float. Fifty of the slow moving, rotting corpses shuffled around, with one hundred of the skeletons in broken bits of armor. Once done telling her story she begins to sob uncontrollably, relieved to be out of harm's way and away from horrors a child should never witness.