"Yeah, the Hunters killed it!" One of the villagers called over to the Silivan girl, "We're handing it's head up over at the church!"
The bunny girl led the two to her home, which was a small cottage made of planks of wood and clay. She let the hunters enter her home, and led them to her brother, who lay in his bed with a warm cloth over his head.
"He's really sick." The said, sitting down at a nearby chair, "I've tried to use healing magic on him, but mine isn't strong enough. And I don't have any medicine..."