We Lost Another...

We lost another today. One of our best. I’ve had Cedrick tracking the mammoth herds since their erratic behavior began. When he stopped giving reports, I sent some of the other scouts off looking for him. They found only the bloody wreckage of his evening campsite, trod deep into the earth by many rampaging feet. The herd may have become reckless and wild, but this is the first time I’ve ever heard of a mammoth committing a deliberate act of murder. The swept the surrounding area, looking for some evidence of a new incarnation, but returned to me when they found none. I spotted him late this evening along the riverbank, near the northern border. He did me the courtesy of a friendly nod, but I sensed it was useless to approach any further. His mind was set, and his life among our scouts was at an end. I bear him no ill will. He was a good man, and any settlement would be lucky to have him. It is up to each of us to determine what horror we can endure in this forsaken place. At least I was able to learn his fate. Dario and Clara are still missing, seemingly without a trace. I can only assume they finally lost their battle with the wages of eternal life, and that the next time we meet will be at he end of a sword. I can only wonder how many of my Lost friends I will encounter this way before I too am claimed by madness. -Magistrate Gladis Bond