You were at a port of a small village by the sea, looking through the market, before an unexpected fog rolled in, and suddenly the one still and peaceful market was filled with the sound of clanging metal and breaking wood. You could barely see the attackers, so you tried to flee back to your boat, only to find the rope has been cut, the vessel no longer where you left it. You then hear something off to your left, causing you to flee into the town square, but you can see the townsfolk either laying still on the stone ground or trying to fight off attackers. That’s when someone puts a hand over your mouth, and speaks “Silence.”