The next day, you descend from the moors into a broad river valley, where a tributary from the north joins another, larger river flowing east toward the sea. The confluence is marked by a bridge that spans the larger river, and beyond it lies a collection of burned-out buildings, their forms reduced to fire-blackened stone and timbers that jut into the air like the ribs of a carcass.
The buildings are surrounded by a large group of soldiers, while a smaller group takes shelter within. A number of corpses litter the space between the two parties, and it is clear that you have walked into the middle of a skirmish. The attackers bear the same standard you saw at Bannerbridge—Garulf's soldiers. The way the defenders are dressed also marks them as professional soldiers, and you can only assume that they are loyal to Myrshala.