Death and rot took hold of a forest clearing. The cause is a dead unicorn, desecrated and left for dead, its horn broken and missing. Katara inspected the creature. There are no visible wounds and its eyes are milked over, blind at the time of death. The entire area feels me with unease. There is evil magic at foot here. Those who did this shall pay for destroying such a sacred creature. I built a funeral pyre and commended the poor creature’s spirit back to the gods that gave it breath. The Spirit Father is in all things and gives us breathe. The Earth Mother gave birth to us; she nourishes us; that which we put into the ground shall return to us. May the ashes of this sacred creature be spread across the winds and replenish the lands.