It was a scary time in Willcolly, what made it even more scary was that it was supposed to be a happy time for them, but word had been spreading for a few days now that the road to Willcolly had become the hunting grounds of some powerful bandit group.
Others claimed that it was an orc invasion, and the taverns were filled with men drinking and shouting that the orcs were trying to take back their old land.
The word about the orcs were the most troubling, and they had seen a survivor no believed the boy at first, he seemed a little of his rockers, but as the weeks passed by no new merchants came up from Riverfall and very few were still coming down from Proge, most of them were making the village of Willcolly their final stop, before turning around.
