A few hunters sharing a watered down barley beer in the corner of the tavern mutter darkly about a sight in the woods just outside the city. A few deer seem aimlessly butchered and tossed about, as if someone was merely taking their frustration out on the living creatures.
Across the inn, a few shady characters chuckle about the disappearance of the tall militia who never patrolled in uniform, often stopping, covered in matted fur and blood, to have a drink with the locals.