Chaos shrouded the settlement as the sun rose to greet them. Adrian woke up to hysterical yelling and crying as the Tulkas rushed inside the barns and dragged all of the slaves outside.
They stumbled bleary-eyed into the cold morning air, forced to stand outside in a line. The tribals, their faces twisted with anger, approached each slave one by one with blood in their eyes.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. The tribe took notice of the people Adrian killed last night, although, in their eyes, the three were just 'missing'. Still, the tribe wanted answers and thought the slaves would have them.
'And missing they shall remain,' Adrian thought as he was dragged outside in chains.
By now, the slimes would have digested their bodily remains a hundred times over. Even if someone figured out what happened, it would be too late for them to gather evidence.
