The streets were empty my dear, I've never seen a ghost before, but I'd not be surprised to see one today! We'd been here before, you and I, we bought beadworks from the Serpents shop in the square. The square was a disaster. Carts turned over, the produce rotten and fetid. What happened here happened long before our arrival.
I can still smell the blood, even though we've razed the village. Like rust in my nostrils, the buildings were painted in it. The dirt was a half-dried mud from it beneath our boots. It had not rained in this area for weeks, the mud was from their blood. Boarded windows torn open, doors ripped off hinges. Something took this town by force. There are tracks in the mud, something with claws took this village.
I can't tell if it’s the ghosts watching, or if something is still here. I'm lucky, I care for the horses, so I am not in harms way often. Since we've brought so many extra horses for such a small Purge Squadron, I'm busy. Curious why we brought them. It is not an urgent matter, as we brought enough food to feed a Purge Squadron twice our size too! Although, imagine if we'd come upon a village of this size with our small garrison? 20 men is nary enough to take a village of Serpents to cull of this size! The extra food and horses would have meant nothing,
Worry not, I will be home soon and in your embrace! This is my final tour, so our children will have their father again! Tend the farm a bit longer for me!
