The sun had begun it's rest, casting it's shadow across the village. Along the edge of the lining of forestry, a young villager shouted into the woods, reaching his hand into the shurbbery,
[Young villager]: "Rus! Come out of ther-"
His energetic voice, echoing into the dusk, is abruptly paused by a large hand clasping his shoulder. His eyes quickly dart to the source, to see a village guardsman's eyes mirror his own fear.
[Urgent Guardsmen]: "Mordecai, you mustn't call into the night's woods, a beast prowls about! Return home to the chief.