Zaddion felt a certain tug of darkness before them, somewhere within Ashcreek. One arm eminated with a faint glow pulling him towards what might be the village.
(Sorry for taking point like this but hell im tired of bwing atuck in limbo lol)
With that they headed forward, following the compass that was Zaddions arm. The further they went, the quieter the forest became, if that was possible.
Soon enough, hours had passed them and the glow had been getting brighter and brighter.
"We should make camp, the village seems to not be far off...if thats what the mages arm is telling us." Tulla hopped off Tugg. He was bristled and uneasy, the scent of wolves were long gone now, he couldn't sense another living creature in miles. It was the air of the place that was so unsettling, cold and unwanting.
Whisper felt a strange emptiness. Everything around them was so dead...so lifeless...it made her feel out of place. She feared that something would reach out and rip her life force away. It was only an innocent fear of course...but she was afraid nonetheless.
Unfortunately, in thier haste, it went unnoticed that the thief had left them.