Terrance rides his horse into the smokey village with the others. His senses are heightened by the cold starting to set in past his clothes. He reaches down and does a few more buttons up on his jacket.
What has happened here? Looks like an army marched through here?
Terrence scans the dirt streets looking for any signs of Cora or Alma praying his doesn’t find their corpses. Evidence points to quite the battle enforcing the urge to draw his bow just in case.
Snow slowly falls and melts on the body of his warm horse. Terrence reaches and wipes his horses brow.
Winter is coming men. ( Sorry had too)
The silence is deafing as the party moves closer into town. A silence that Terrence feels he needs to break.
(yelling) Cora!!! Alma!! Anyone??!!!
(OMG well at least those rolls weren’t during battle)