You all leave the site of the murderous devastation, corpses left where they fell under a brilliant night sky. The sun has gone down, at this point, and yet the streams of color have left the area more illuminated than any moonlight could. As you head back to the carts and awkwardly part ways, Theo, Boris, Varrys, and Bierstout tramp off back into the night while James and Hastria stay back with the wagons.
It isn't long after that James and Hastria see fellow travelers along the road. A farming family James recognizes as the Longfellows, a farming family a few acres away from his own free-ranging chicken herd and have hired you from time to time, is hurrying quickly along the road. Patrick Longfellow is leading a cart full of whatever goods they had brought to the festival, likely plenty of his well-known sauerkraut, and some of his younger children and a few grandkids and their mothers, while the rest of the adults walk alongside the cart, a troop of around 14. There seems to be a sense of urgency on the faces of the adults while the children are happily chattering.
Patrick, noticing James, calls the group to a halt, and hurriedly jogs over to Patrick. When he catches sight of Hastria his look turns a bit puzzled but quickly returns to worry. He says to James, "I don't know if you've imbibed much James and missed it, but the sky all of a sudden shifted into that thing." He says, pointing upwards, and goes on to say, "The town's been in a bit of a panic. Well some of us, anyways. The dwarves and many of the people have all taken to celebrating the sight and are making merry in the streets, while many of us farmers are quite worried. You never know what that kind of thing might be the harbinger of. Myself, I'm sending the rest of my family off to Bridgeton while I stay around and make sure nothing happens to the farm."
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Meanwhile, the rest of the party passes by the array of the dead, and continues on with the directions the last bandit gave. Sure enough, after a 30-minute trek north, you find an extremely hastily dismantled camp, with nothing but a few broken tents and sleeping rolls left in a small clearing The vagabond had been correct. The survivors had returned and since left with anything valuable in the camp itself. The matter of whatever the leader had buried was yet to be seen. As you make your way around one hundred feet ahead of there, you see the scorched, crumbling stone around a roofless building standing around seven feet in height, overgrown weeds and grass surrounding it. The site had long since been abandoned.
As you make your way to the back of the farmhouse, sure enough, there is a patch of dirt where something has been freshly buried. At the same time however, you notice two peculiar things. The first, is that a wooden door that appears fairly new has been placed where the old would have burned away. At the same time, you begin to notice a murmur, and with a bit of time, you realize it is a muffled chorus of voices emanating from the inside of the house. What do you do?