Orin reached Llanfon after walking for quite some time. His cloak was on as it always was when he went into civilization. Gorad was resting inside the cloak, wrapping himself around Orin's neck as he slept. Orin was a bit more tense when he actually got inside of Llanfon. He had never seen this many people all in one place. He wandered the streets for a while, trying to figure out who he could talk to in order to tell whoever was in charge about exactly what he saw. Orin grew tired however, and took a break inside a pub so he could have himself a drink. Despite people looking at him as if he were some strange creature, in Llanfon it wasn't as bad as the outer villages had been. After finishing a brew and paying for it Orin sat at the table by himself for a while. Being in Llanfon made him realize how far he had really come in his life. He was a lone fae with a pet dragon and farm. He had a real life amongst the other beings of the world, and now he was stepping in to do more than just live. Orin took pride in the fact that he was about stand up and become the first fae to fight for the good what his race considered the lower beings. Orin paid for one more drink and headed back out. He felt much better after resting his legs but he still had no idea who to speak with about the dark mages.