A light breeze carries with it a sweet song from up ahead. As you slow down your steps, the song becomes more clear. It is a soulful dirge sung to guide the dead into the afterlife.
Through the trees, a hundred feet up the trail you spy the source of the song. A girl of maybe 10 is standing atop a cart piled high with cabbages. She stands just out of reach of some gruesome kobolds surrounding the cart. Her father stands with her. Both are weeping. They stand just out of reach of the gruesome kobolds surrounding the cart. A donkey lies dead on the ground along with a number of cabbages that were thrown to the kobolds. They have attached their own horse to the cart and are not moving too quickly for their next action.
The girl looks weary and her voice is beginning to falter. The song, which appears to have placated the kobolds is losing its effect..
