Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170104193500

"Glenn- ia padad-ei. Thír an ind. Be vigilant," Thomas says. The Rangers nod and leave the way they came.

"Jorge, what do you mean? What happened here?  Who did this?" He puts his hand on Jorge's shoulder.

"Doctor," the Warden's voice calls out from inside the house. "Sir, you may want to examine this..."

"I'll be back in a few minutes, Jorge." Thomas stands and disappears into the house.

He walks slowly from room to room, looking at each sad remnant in turn. Each time, he doesn't need his medical training to tell him what happened. His heart aches and his head swims with each discovery, his breath coming in slow, trembling draughts. When he reaches the last one, his eyes burn, the world blurry before him as he places a hand over his mouth. He takes a deep breath, his eyes closing slowly.

He opens them again and kneels, his hand moving just above the little spot on the floor...

...Little. Smaller? Much smaller. Too small...

The Rangers leave silently. One pair moves along the old stream berm, behind the woodline beyond. They move quickly, searching for signs of disturbances in the underbrush.

One of them focuses on a glint in the moonlight. It's small, but unmistakable. It's a small patch of glistening leaves, dripping in the bush. Close by is another.

Then he sees her. His voice calls out clearly as he moves to her.

"PARVAAL! GWEN-EI!"