Helspar's Crag

Jaf is too caught up in the heat of battle to heed your warnings.

The creature looks up from its meal and hisses as he nears. It swipes, catching Jaf in the head and sending his helm tumbling into the swamp. The boy staggers, but to his credit he catches the beast in the shoulder with his blade. A gout of black ichor splatters Jaf's hauberk as he wrenches his blade free and finishes the hellbeast with a quick thrust to the abdomen.

Perhaps he isn't such a worthless guardsman after all. You don't have long to ponder his competence, however. A half dozen more beasts have closed the distance. Alone, Jaf stands little chance against them. They drag him to the ground and he screams. He continues to scream for quite some time as you race down the hill in a mad dash, anything to be away from that terrible howling.