"Well, this is just... wow."
I expected some cruelty towards the druids, but the sight of the group of women in the stable pens makes me want to puke.
This is not how human beings should be treated.
After going over the hill I found another wide plain with what looked like stables for skiles spread across the southern fields.
It is a vast area with many sections of mana grass, beans, and herbs stretching as far south as I can see.
When I approached the nearest stable closest to the descending hill I found a young woman in one of the locked pens, her naked body has bruises all over.
Every other pen has a druid woman, some share a pen with a skile.
The stench in here is horrible, especially since my nose is sensitive.
When I reach the fourth pen I smell a dead body, I think she has been dead for a while now.
Turning my head I drop Daveen and begin to puke out what is in my stomach from earlier this night.
