Enter the marshes and wade your way to the hilly ground and decimated village of Downwarren. The Baron is speaking to the ealdorman about this razed hamlet; apparently a jet black mare with red steaming eyes slaughtered the ealdorman’s kinsfolk. You explain it was the spirit of the forest that you freed. The Baron isn’t concerned about these peasants, but the ealdorman pipes up that a band of witch hunters passed through; with some lass leading them, and asking after her mother. There’s little time to lose!
