The villagers learn to be cautious of the lights in the woods. The village of Canut learned with the Abraham Miller incident. Serunit is a bit less fortunate as their children did not return. A young man in Dakin saw the lights and believed it to be the lamp of his lover, he returned, missing an arm, and died shortly after unable to explain what happened. The villages around the woods don't speak of the woods and what lies within it with each other. Stories are carried by travelers and traders, and that is the only way they know they are united.
The villagers are not completely honest with their guest. They left out important details. It had only proven to be a bad idea before. The last thing anyone needed was the word spreading and someone with a hero complex strutting into the woods and trying to solve the problem. The 'savior' never returned. If it had been deemed that a village had been responsible, there where consequences. Sometimes the blame was split between a few villages if it had been too hard to tell where the fool had come from.
Her face is in his. He had not expected the monster to be a woman. She was no longer surprised by the shock her gender seemed to be to the intruders. "Who sent you?" In that moment, all he saw was the short sharp teeth that filled her mouth.
He was not as brave as he thought, and the realization was painful now.
"Who sent you?" She repeated, annoyance coating every word. "You tell me or everyone suffers." His response was horrified silence. He had never seen a demon before, let alone one so large. Her black eyes peered down at him.
"She'll do it." A little voice from the corner called. His head jerked, and there was another, smaller, demon. "Do you want a knife?"
"I've got this." The larger ones mouth twisted into a cruel grin and the lights flickered. "I've got this."