A few hours more and you make your way to the village of the lotus eaters maybe 30 minutes or so before the sun dips below the horizon. It would seem Glump's assessment of remaining daylight was right. However, as you arrive, you are greeted by a nightmarish sight. Bodies lay strewn through the streets, hanging out of windows, and slumped over barrels or crates, torn to shred. Large pools of dried blood, as well as streaks running down the walls, staining everything a dark crimson color, adding to the ghoulish spectacle. The stench of death is here, but not too strong, indicating the bodies must have laid but several hours in the warm weather.