You were walking home from getting a bucket of water from the well outside of town for your family. Your village was quite small, which was useful since the Dragvant usually skipped over us on the maps, making our life easier without the constant battling between the Ashavan and Dragvant. My eyes widened when I saw blood on the ground and a woman with a red lance covered in blood. She wore a frustrated but somehow tired expression on her face "He got away." She growls