Sunday, March 9
Herald of the Yellow King - Part 1b: Derek’s Holding
“Wolves.” Dril pointed at the bodies. They had all been fed upon, some to the bone in places. The entire room carried the stench of a wolf den.
Ilmarė wrinkled her nose. “So the wolves killed them all.”
“No,” said Dril. “I’ve broken into a few of the other homes. There are scratches and gnaw marks on some of the doors, but they didn’t get in. You’re right about one thing though: they’re all dead.”
“Dead of what?” asked Vlad.
“I’m not sure,” said Dril. He turned to look out the doorway. The snow fell heavier than before. “They were all frozen solid. Every corpse had a swollen tongue, sunken eyes, and cracked and broken skin inside their mouths. It’s almost as if they died of thirst.”
“How is that possible?” asked Vlad. “We passed a well coming in.”
Dril shook his head. “That well has been filled in. There was something else too…not a single container was in anyone’s home. No cups, no pots, no water skins, nothing.” [MORE]
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