Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20170119014916/@comment-11588669-20170122221028

Nox is studying the destroyed wall at this point, toeing over the remains of what looks to be a huntress, judging by the remains of a weapon in her hand. He glances around, noticing indentions in the grass before kneeling down to study her wounds.

"Huntress over here." If Garron's tone was commanding, Nox's is absolutely ''dead. ''No emotion at all. No person should ever actually speak like that... "Three lacerations to the torso: ribs seven and eight are gone, organs exposed. Blunt force trauma to her cranium. Rounded though. Not from a Boarbatusk or Beowolf. Not even an Ursa. I agree with Aureole's assessment: wasn't Grimm. Possibly a new group moving in."

Garron grimaces, staring up at the town center. "Yeah, I think you're right. All of you meet up on me, town center. Something you guys need to see."