It was during one of the times our patrol tried to go around one of the more populated towns is when we noticed that things in it had changed. Not much for the better. As we went around, this figure approached our group. She barely spoke without a giggle or some little interjection in her words, and the manner of her dress was nothing short of “sleazy” for lack of official rhetoric.
She followed us to our camp, not bothered when Knight Skyward threatened her with an energy rifle. Stating something about how the group of us, “looked like we needed some release,” or something to that extent. Since she wasn’t armed, it was decided that she would be allowed to stay.
It was during the night that the… Festivities… Began. A Ranger takes a vow of celibacy when they enter the patrols, but around this mare… No one remembered their oaths. I stayed away, as… I was going to follow my oaths. In the morning… No one was the same. Many of the others in the patrol, including Knight Skyward, had… Changed. They looked like the mare.
I am hiding this report at the usual dead drop site, hoping the Rangers get it before… We return.