<Very well. *snnnfffff* >

Gilbert is a bit over dramatic as he mentally sends the sound of a sniff.

<Hold on... I smell a dead thing...>

After a pause....

<Another one of those hands... someone else killed it. I'm not going in alone if there are more of those about.>

Gilbert comes to meet you as you approach the house, the muddy red clay of the yard staining his paws though he tries to walk delicately. 

<I'm not licking this off, I'll be requiring a proper cleaning when this is all done.>

There are some rusty shoves and rakes strewn about, and Gilbert leads you around the right side of the farmhouse where he points out a pitchfork jammed into the earth, having pinned a severed hand to the ground. Underneath the spatters of mud, the hand is identifiable as having likely belonged to a young woman.

Tandor and Mixtli cast about, noticing that the wheat and corn fields bordering the yard are sickly and struggling to grow. Further, they notice raised trails of disturbed soil, somewhat akin to mole tunnels, but larger in diameter... about hand sized. The tunnels radiate out from the farmhouse and its yard into the fields beyond.

Trencher stomps on a few tunnels, the soil compacting under his boot with no surprises popping up. "Thought I saw something move. I'll be ready."

"There is something very wrong here." Kora says, with a furrowed brow.