The nearby human town

Just a few miles down the road is a small human town, which you assume is where the merchant was heading. Checking the map, it's far away from any other settlements, let alone a large city. Perfect. The only resistance you'll find is probably the town's hunter or blacksmith, armed with junky weapons or repurposed farming tools. Stuffing the map in your belt, you snort and start off, leaving the still burning wreckage behind you.

The town of Rivermill awaits your arrival.

It is a short journey, hastened by the excitement of your first conquest. Sure, as the second brother to the chief, you had your pick of the slaves, but taking over a whole town, crushing the resistors beneath you and taking anyone else hostage... it got your blood boiling just thinking of it.

You see the town ahead, the dirt road leading right through it. It's small, you can tell even from here. The road leads under an arch, a sign with the towns' name on it hanging from above, and you can see the mill on the left and a few houses on the right. It's the early morning, and you spot no one...