[Carrûn]

Awyrgan slowly trunged along the wooded trails towards the Ranger encampment. As he approached the perimeter he was hailed by a lookout. A tall thin Ranger came sliding down a tree and landed in front of him. "Awyrgan, good to see you." The dark man nodded. "Likewise. Is Tane in the camp?" "Yes, yes he is. Things working out well at the camp for you and Alearindu?"

"Yes." Awyrgan lied. Come to think of it, he hadn't even spoken to his assigned companion. Leaving the guard at his post Awyrgan strode towards the cabin in the center. His mouth grew dry with each step. Tane was a good man, but Thorgil had been as much a friend as a leader to him. His reaction couldn't be predicted. Setting his jaw firmly Awyrgan entered, or rather burst into the cabin.

Tane and another Ranger turned surprised to face him. Awyrgan worked his mouth and finally spit out words that sounded hated to his ears. "Thorgil is dead."

"Please leave us and don't tell others what you have heard. I want to get all the facts before addressing all the Rangers." The third man left the cabin leaving Awyrgan alone with Tane. "Now, tell me your report of these .... events..."

Awyrgan swallowed, and with a deep breath began to relay the story. Following the tracks, finding the settler with Thorgil, his story, the creature, and the journey back.

Finishing his report the man sighed and leaned against the wall. The reality of the situation was beginning to truely sink in.