Exiting the ring through the other side, Jay found Anya was silent with her crossbow drawn, everything seemed tense. Immediately assessing the situation, Jay was about to activate his necrotic ring and summon his creatures - however a familiar voice calmed their nerves.
“At ease adventurers, sheath your weapons,” it was Michael, the guard captain.
Jay took a big breath, thankful he didn’t expose his class.
Looking around, there were the bodies of 15 dead men strewn about the nearby winter forest. Most of them had holes the size of fists in various parts of their chests while they knocked a few unconscious, blood still trickling from their heads.
“What the hell is happening?” Anya said, still aiming her crossbow into the forest as she looked for any threats.