Willton was a very peaceful little town. It wasn’t a very meaningful place to stop, but it got quite a few visitors, nonetheless. The nearby highway and its position far from other towns made it an easy place to stop for a night. It was quaint; crimes were rare, everyone knew everyone else. It wasn’t the perfect little place, but for a few, it was home. It was peaceful.

Of course, to them, this was a normal event. Willton was busy, for how small it was. This afternoon, it was especially busy. Mothers called their children home early, local shops closed down far before the hours posted on their window. The sun wasn’t even down yet; these were last minute preparations.

“You should find somewhere to stay for the night,” the innkeeper spoke calmly, usual air of friendliness twinged with something concerned. “Half off tonight, if you help board the windows. If you aren’t staying... you should get out of town before dark.”