At dusk almost all the townsfolk had retired for the day, securing themselves inside their homes under the fear-imposed curfew necessitated by the beasts of the ravine. However, a few people were still out, packing up and carrying home the last of their goods, which they did not want to leave out overnight. Despite the concern from last night's encounter, those people who were out were still taken by surprise when the bloodstone horrors emerged from the ravine, the rays of the setting sun casting them in all the more terrifying light. The four people in the square when the monsters emerged screamed, dropped what they were carrying and ran for their lives in different directions, hoping to get inside a house and to bar the door before any monster caught up with them and killed them.

A fifth person, drawn by the noise, came around the side of a building wielding a pitchfork. He had been expecting there to be one or two beasts, but on seeing a full pack of twelve horrible monsters plus a large one, he gave up all plans of playing the hero and also turned and ran. The bloodstone horrors could attempt to chase them people, and possibly break their way into houses, or they could inspect the abandoned cargo, which they would discover to be wool, dried mutton, flour and animal feed.