This was a disaster.
He couldn't say he was all that surprised, though. The village was in ruin, just like he had been told. Just like his own had been when he left it. A terrible sight, but once he was used to with the man he was following. If only he could place a name to these tregedies, he might be able to get somewhere with it.
Shaking his head, he began to walk through the village, looking over the wreckage carefully. He pulled the tattered remains of his brown cloak around himself more securely, the hood hiding his unnatural hair color from the public. He couldn't explain his appearance, but it was always better to keep it hidden than be branded something else simply for looking different.
As he walked around, he studied the wreckage of the different buildings, finding nothing but ash. Just like the others. He wasn't slipping up and there was nothing he could do to trail him. But, as he thought that, he saw a woman coming out from the surrounding forest. She looked worse for wear, bleeding and stumbling along. He thought to go to her, but then thought against it to see what she would do, having found this village.