Letter from Parlita Elder

A pair of villagers turned up dead south of Parlita along the Lupila, their corpses so mauled that only a household heirloom to name them; more locals have disappeared in recent weeks without a trace.

In terror, the people avoid fishing or foraging at the riverbank, and starvation looms if this goes on — so the elder implores the captain to sweep the banks and slay whatever preys on them, sparing neither man nor (the letter breaks off).