Since it appeared harmless, they pushed on, walking through the slime as they continued up the path to the small grove of houses. It seemed to get slightly thicker as they walked closer. It wasn’t viscous enough to slow their steps, but still coated their shoes.

The novice adventurers had expected a greeting, but there was no one around. The only sound was a light breeze travelling through the hamlet.

The hamlet consisted of wooden houses arranged in a circle, all facing inwards towards a small flower garden at the centre. It looked quite beautiful, though it didn’t take long to realise some of the flowers had been crushed, trampled over. It seemed like a mass panic had happened.