As soon as Évelin Cuissarde heard the screech from the chapel, she knew what they were up against. This was no mere zombie infestation or a lone troll. This was worse, far worse. Her eyes followed the outline of the bell tower in the fog. They had been quiet in their approach of the village, but likely not quiet enough. It would be high up to see what was making the noise. Her suspicion was confirmed when she spotted a weird bulge on the roof. She pointed the capitaine in front of her towards it just as *it* lept into the air and spread its wings. Shouting erupted, a musket cracked, and she saw the recruits run around like headless chicken. Good. They would be a welcome distraction. A sad fate, but a necessary one. Évelin disappeared in the shadows as she made her way towards the chapel.
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