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Claras Stats: HP = 52, PP = 36, EP = 36
It certainly seemed to be the right place. Clara stood over the corpse of a large wolf, the strange creature having been dead before she'd arrived. She had left her village, weeks ago, to attempt to track down the human slavers that had been repeatedly attacking her village, and kidnapping her people. She had found a small group of the bastards and killed them, freeing a handful of the captives in the process, but the only human survivor she'd questioned had said that they were part of a greater organization, something called the; "Servitors Guild."
Following the now dead mans instructions, she had gone far away from her home, into human lands, in search of the slaver scum. She'd had only a few run ins with the locals, sticking mostly to the wilderness, but it had never ended well. Most of them had either run from her outright, in the case of a small boy she'd found on the edge of a stream, or attacked her, as was the case with a trio of men in dark clothes, who'd turned out to be bandits of some kind. She'd dealt with them in short order, and gotten on her way once more, only to end up here. The human had told her to head West for three days, and then turn South and go for another week, and then she would be at the town containing the slavers headquarters, and their leader, a man named Sir Staven. She had been moving for six days, and the night was fast closing in on her, with no sign of habitation other than a few small villages, certainly not the place where the slavers would be headquartered.
Now, looking down at the dead animal, Clara wondered what she'd gotten into. The beast she looked down on was not only badly mauled, but extremely deformed. She could see patches of flesh missing, and protrusions of flesh splitting off unnaturally from it. Judging from the smell, it had been dead for less than an hour, and no chunks had been taken off other than by the clean cut of a sword, so she knew that no scavengers had gotten to the carcass yet. Strange. Regardless, the sun was beginning to creep toward the edge of the sky, which was swiftly turning orange and violet to mark the onset of evening. If she didn't get to the town containing the slavers headquarters soon, she'd have to camp in the forest again.