"This seems like the place..." Bjorn murmured as his breath rose in front of his face in the frigid air.
The other warriors had already spread out and were searching the site of the massacre for clues as to where Skourj had gone. Bjorn glanced around at the frozen, lifeless bodies with a grim expression. 'The creature is as powerful as Lord Exile warned.' His eyes scanned over the broken shields and weapons.
"Bjorn! It went that way!" An old warrior that had grown up alongside Bjorn shouted as he pointed to the North.
"That should be where the enemy encampment is that Lord Exile mentioned..." Bjorn frowned as he glanced in that direction. 'Was it searching for more food? No, there's still plenty of meat on the bones of these warriors. So is it the curse driving it to seek out more people?'
