All anyone remembers about that fateful day, aside from the screams and terror, was a traveler. No one remembers what they look like or what they wore, all they remember is the traveler, standing by. They were watching the destruction take place, as slowly, piece by piece, and building by building, the large town of Hollywell was pulled apart.
Children screamed, adults ran, and the traveler stood, safe out of range, just standing and watching. No one seemed to know of any significance of which the traveler had, but the traveler seemed to be the only thing of importance they remembered.