Later that morning as the people were glancing around at all the wondrous things both the gypsies and others had brought forth to the town, something was stirring which threatened the very existence of which had been given to them. For under the bridge where the ogre had been hiding before the Gypsy had seen him there was a tinge growing in the water that flowed under the bridge. the slightly discolored water was slowly making its way to the sea and circling the area. some of the people looked around and did not see the Ogre, some say it was him who was making this happen, others still think it was an elder male who had happened into town the night before unseen by many but seen by a few. The elder male walked with a slight limp and used a cane to help him along, his hair was stringy, his clothes smelled of an odor unlike you had ever smelled before. A search had begun to find the Ogre and the elder male but, no one could find them. They searched every building and tent around and still no sign of them were found. Some of the trees which were by the brook were starting to wither as if dying a slow horrendous death. the grasses were turning brown and still no one knew what was happening. The locals in town were beginning to panic. Children were forced to go indoors to try and keep safe. The mood was rapidly changing from a festival to something more hideous and frightening. The search was on for sure. Even though no one knew exactly what they were looking for, non the less, the search continued.
-Gwen Gudkov Roughneck
Official Hidden Sanctuary Events Storyteller