The sun would slowly begin to creep over the horizon, showering the coast with a dim orange glow. Were it not for the macabre feeling that haunted the realm of Brighthaven, the sight of the morning sun might've been beautiful. The rain had stopped though enough water had been built up around the ruined buildings that the run off still dripped from above. The ground was covered in a thin layer of sea water, with most of the blood from the previous battle washed away. Curiously enough, the corpses were gone too. Even the large sea creature that had been washed up has been suspiciously missing, with no sighs of it being dragged away. Sure the storm was heavy last night, but it was no hurricane. Simply heavy darkening rain.

Either way it was early morning. Aside from the sound of the waves and the water from the ruined rooftops there were no signs of the trogs or other creatures that might've been here. At least nothing immediately noticeable. The wraith never once showed up even as there was some slight hostilities within the chapel, but there was no indication that it had left either. Perhaps it simply found no reason to manifest itself. If there was anything worth interest to investigate, there appears to be some poor soul who had been washed up from the sea, their crumpled body slump against a broken building. It was hard to determine their figure from the entrance of the chapel but it was clear enough that it was some red-haired person who was either dead, alive, or dying. Whether or not the party would choose to investigate or leave the unknown danger would be up to them.