You stare around yourself in shock and disbelief. Rather than let you recapture the village, the enemy set the entire thing ablaze when they realized they could not win!
Only a few buildings remain standing: the keep, a few houses huddled near the swamp, some hops farms, a badly damaged inn, and the oil platforms safe in the swamp. You have no food, no money, and only a small force of injured troops.
The blaze had at least one disguised blessing, however. The fire burnt off underbrush on the southern slope which had been concealing a small stone quarry. You realize you can't go back, so you set your teeth to begin doing what must be done. The town must be rebuilt, and quickly, for surely the enemy must be marching on this position even now.
A shout rings out from the forest and you look about, seeing shadowy forms running between the trees. You draw your sword and begin to shout the alarm when you recognize some of the faces. These are a few of the original bandits, and they crowd about you in relief and glee! Apparently, many of the bandits had fled into the forest at the enemy's approach, and should be trickling in for a while. You smile and think things aren't quite as bad as they seem...