The goat herder from Hlint was deeper in the trees then he should have been that late in the afternoon... evening was approaching quickly, and he hurried his pace because he wished to be safely home with the firewood he had collected before the sun was no longer penetrating the forest canopy. Some movement caught his eye and he thought he glimpsed a friend leading his dog "Nibbler" on a leash through the underbrush a good distance off of the trail. He stopped and took a seat on a nearby stump to wait because he was sure his friend would have to make his way to the same trail, and besides, he could use the company on the walk back to town.
The minutes dragged on, and after about a half hour his friend did not appear. He furrowed his brow and started to make his way through the bushes and tree trunks in the direction he saw his friend last. After a few minutes he entered a small clearing and his stomach knotted and he felt light headed with fear when he recognized what he had stumbled upon. The person he saw earlier could not have been his friend. The dog was indeed "Nibbler" though. The animal lay disemboweled on a flat stone that had the appearances of being converted into a crude alter. The heart had been cut out and disgusting hymns to the Dark Lord Corath had been scribbled onto nearby trees, desecrating their natural sanctity. The stranger was nowhere to be seen. The peasant dropped his wood and ran as fast as he could to Hlint where he reported the matter to the authorities and broke the sad news to his friend.
