The Black Wyrm of Brandonsford

Soon enough, it becomes clear that they are all smelling something other than just carrion. A pungent, acidic, sour smell pervades the scene, and it doesn’t take long to realize it’s coming from the dead grass, and other places where something awful was spilled or splattered.

Nessa spies tracks in the woods, tracks that indicated that the thing that made them was big, big enough to knock-down some full-grown trees.

Sable is able to track the monsters’ departure, into a different part of the wood, and Gann discovers little of value or interest in the barn. Near the house, Wren sees that it is closed up tight, and looks unoccupied.

Nessa returns from the edge of the woods and links up with the others. "Whatever did this was certainly big and maybe dragon shaped. Though I doubt it is still here, or we would have all been eaten by now." She comments, almost casually.

Gann moves comes out of the barn, shaking his head. He joins Wren at the house can calls out, just a bit louder this time.

"Anybody in there? I'm with the Marchguard, we don't mean any harm. Jus' passing by, saw the damage and thought someone might need help."

He starts looking around for any signs of damage to the house, and possibly a way in.