As soon as the troll has vanished, the scout leads you onwards. It is a nearly open stretch of land which you have to pass, covered by high grass and some bushes. Tathlyn tries to stay away from Jhaelvirr, apparently finding his constant changes a bit too uncomfortable for his liking. No animals or the like scamper to safety before you, as the troll has done enough to scare them off. You reach the stretch of wooded hill that obstructed your view on the scene of battle, with no sign of the troll. Tathlyn simply follows its trail through the woods until you reach the ridge of the hill. There he hunkers down and takes in the scenery before you.
The caravan trail moves between a number of equally wooded hills and in the valley before you, a treck of half a dozen wagons lies shattered and destroyed before you. A few of them have been blasted apart by magic, their content spread all over the place and partially burnt. The beasts of burden of all wagons are dead, as apparently are about 20 people. To the west a score of riders move away from the scene of battle, not showing any sort of haste. Below you, the troll reappears and makes its way to the nearest wagon. A sudden high wail reaches your ears and tells you that not all these people are as dead as first thought. In fact, a couple or so move slowly about, trying to get away from the monster.
