The town is smoking.

The tavern is in ruins. The structure is still smoldering.

The owner holds his wife who is in tears. It was orcs. They usually just grab some women, grain or whatever is in the stores. This is different. The town, what there ever was of a town, is mostly destroyed.

We ask around about Emma. No one saw her. It was dark and people were worried about their own.

We find out that most other survivors headed to Little Big Town. It's not far up the road.

"Best be quick. Might be stragglers waitin to pick the bones. T's not uncommon for goblins to show up the night after a raid." One woman advises.

I'm hesitant to go. What if Em comes back looking for us?

"Well, Little Big Town, if she's not here," she looks around, "and I don't see her here, she'll be there... well... or there"