The village was a hive of activity as James and his crew rushed back through the gates, the weight of their discovery heavy on their shoulders. The villagers, already on edge, could sense the urgency in their steps, and the news of what they had found in the forest spread like wildfire.
James wasted no time gathering the village leaders and elders in the central meeting hall. The room was filled with anxious murmurs, the tension palpable as everyone awaited the news.
"We found tracks," James began, his voice steady but grim. "Massive tracks, larger than any ogre we've ever seen. And they're heading straight for the village."
A murmur of fear rippled through the crowd. Old Man Garret, the village's wisest elder, stepped forward, his face etched with concern. "Are you certain, James? Could it be something else?"
