The larger farm nearby was growing several crops. Some were staples while others appeared to be new and in rotation so that the farmers could try something new. Luckily, Walker quickly realized that there was not a single farmer around.
Just the flat headed cows known for their tough and easy to preserve meat in the markets that adventurers loved to purchase lately. Well, what was left of what had seemingly been a larger heard of them just recently.
Right now he could only make out about twenty of them. But the way that the ground appeared, there had been at least two hundred at some point. The fake appearance he believed with his eyes came from the various pieces and pelts of the consumed heard on the ground. All who had been clearly ambushed from beneath their bellies and killed.
They only appeared to be on the ground until Walker moved above and toward the center of the large pasture where a mount of overturned earth and stone lay.
