It didn't take Liara very long to reach the outskirts of Okly. She only hoped her meeting with the unknown beast didn't delay her too long. Deep down inside, she had hoped for another meeting, but she had a job to do. To think about anything other than that would get her killed.

She had crept along the beaten path into town, keeping as close to it while remaining hidden in the trees as she could. It was a vantage point, anyone going to or coming from Okly would have to move through there ... or through her. Luckly, she hadn't run into any trouble just yet. But it was the anticipation of what she'd find once to her destination, that kept her on edge.

The scene before her was nearly identical to the caravan they found. Everything was burnt to a crisp. Bodies torn apart, homes turned to ashes, not a single survivor could be seen in the quick glimpse she gave what used to be known as Okly. Whatever it was that brought death upon the caravan did so in the same fashion, with the same ferocity aso the caravan. What a bloody mess.
At first glancd, she didn't notice anyone or anything really - at least nothing living. But it was her duty to inspect fully. She couldn't go back to Kalar with a half assed report.

She took up her position in a tree, cupped her hands over her mouth, and produced a sound that like of a bird. And not just any bird. It was her intention to send a signal through the woods, letting her mentor know she had arrived safely and will do a thorough search.

Once down from the tree, she scurried within the shadows, trying her best to blend in with the scene. She just needed something, anything that could tell them who or what was responsible for all of this. Anything at all beyond the soot and rubble from the caravan.