The next morning, Nathaniel and I reached a remote village near the border where rogue demon sightings had been reported. The village was small and nestled in a valley, surrounded by dense forests. The houses were simple, built from wood and stone, and the villagers moved about their daily routines with an air of nervousness.
As we walked into the village, the villagers eyed us warily. Nathaniel and I approached an elderly man who seemed to be the village elder. He was hunched over, his face lined with age and worry.
"Good morning," I greeted him with a warm smile. "We're here to help with the rogue demon problem. Can you tell us what's been happening?"
The elder hesitated, his eyes darting around as if checking for eavesdroppers. "Demons... they've been attacking our livestock, scaring the children. We've tried to fend them off, but they're relentless."
