Haunted Wood Tell Me Everything's Not Fine

She knew of the Warlord's approach far before he reached her. The beast never was one for stealth, and even if he tried the stench still gave away his location. She did not dare look back at him, instead, her gaze remained on the downfall of grey that clouded the sky. Once. It's ash.

To be truthful she had never seen it fall, only the piles that remained long after what must have been a disaster elsewhere. As far as she knew, relocation was not necessary now. I believe we are fine. If it was an issue we needed to move for, surely we would have seen the destruction by now. The ground had slowed its quakes and nothing else seemed to come of the tremors aside from the scarce prey. No mountain crumbled, nor fire raged. Things were silent. Perhaps in that sense, the ash was almost peaceful, like snow in the light of the dawn of a new day.