Claire frowns at John's words; it was chaotic, yes. But people's eyes were removed from their heads, and no one stopped to help the man with a broken face? It angers her, but she's too tired to go on about it. Instead, she continues walking with him toward the house.

"People began going missing last month. A few at first, and then more. It might be worth mentioning that this community in particular is quite religious; they worship more than one God. A Solvunn elder, Josselyn, was harvesting the kidnapped for their parts and as far as I know, for sacrifice to the gods. People began escaping and rescue missions were mounted. The injured and hurt began returning in a trickle, then waves."

There were other perils: the wild boar that gouged into Louis, for example, but this is the gist of it.

"The factions in general are ill-at-ease with one another. To the point where we can't travel freely between them. I don't imagine this will help anything." They're near the farmhouse, the sounds of animals lowing in the background.

"All of the healers gathered in Nocwich, and I had my own medical station here, as well. I've been back and forth between the two for a week." Not to mention her time in the Horizon healing others.