It was a bloody mess. In the middle of the road sat overturned cart and two carcasses, a sheep and a dog. A local midwife was tending a concussed shepherd, and a large crowd of La'marran onlookers had gathered. Word was a horrible man-beast was behind the carnage. The shepherd said it was a shaggy thing with cloven hooves, sharp claws, and enormous antlers. Old Eustace said it was just a bear. All agreed it barreled out of the woods, mauled the dog, stole some sheep, and went stomping back in.
Rowan Morriswood, who owned the nearby farm and sheep, was having a miserable time trying to get the story straight. In the spirit of La'marri independence there wasn't much of an armed response, but some farmhands were standing about with longbows. They all looked quite nervous; everyone agreed the beast was big.
Ewan sat against the fence and watched it unfold from afar. The beast fit the description of a cursed spirit called the Wendigo. No one would let him get any nearer, and no one was much interested in facoids and myth. Ewan's stay in La'marri was turning out to be a disappointment: he was renting a room from Morriswood, but he ran out of money and was doing chores to pay for it; he was also having no luck binding the fey who gave him that stupid formula.
Amidst the chaos he could see two figures: an armored man, and a young girl in finery, walking down the road...