The commoners of Berkana with their leader Boyd Hawke combed through woods, cleaning up the wreckage from the battle in September. Spider legs, human hearts, everything looked positively ghastly in the daylight as they cleared away swaths of webbing.
"Hey Boyd, do you think they won?" called one of the commoners to their blue and black mottled leader.
Boyd slashed through the webs with his claws, disarming them as he went, before answering, "I sure hope so. I don't even want to think about how bad the second generation of these things would be."
They wound their way through the underbrush. A farmer turned soldier tripped suddenly over something, "What was that?" he cried out, letting loose several expletives. Boyd turned his appraising eye towards the neon green, veined lump on the ground, "Looks like an egg." He said grimly, piercing the shell of the egg quickly.
"Think that was the last of them?" asked the Berkana member, climbing to his feet. Boyd looked out into woods pensively, letting silence fill the space between them.
"Guess we'll find out." he stated pensively after the long pause.
