He gulped and looked down, all six of his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. "I... I don't know much," he said. "I... I live- lived, outside of town. I... I only found everything after. It was... it was..." He trembled, tears beginning to well up, but he managed to keep going. "Blood, everywhere. Buildings... destroyed... blown apart, or burned. So... so many bodies... everyone... just... dead... some were... some burned... but... others..." Now tears did begin to leak from his eyes, and his headband started developing several wet spots. "I... It... I don't... they looked like..." He stopped, took a breath, and then said, "I... I think they killed each other. Some of them. There... I know what it looks like when a butcher knife slips. When a finger gets stuck between a pair of shears. It was... it was like that, but... not... And some of them... they killed themselves... I... I couldn't find tracks... there... it looked like they just... went crazy..." Then he realized that it probably did sound like they'd all just gone crazy, and he looked up, eyes suddenly wild. She couldn't think that. Then they wouldn't help and they'd lie there, in the ground, and never know what killed them. "But they didn't! I know them, all of them! They never would have done anything like that! They... they don't have fire magic, or explosions, or anything like that! It was something, something made them do it, and burnt them, and tore down the houses! It wasn't them, it was a monster!"
Hunting For A Hunter
