Kragga showed up, possibly for lack of a better idea. The horses in the stable, predictably, did not seem to enjoy the giant fanged woman in their midst, and made their feelings plain before the stablehands could get them all under control; the orc just waits with folded hands for the beasts to be brought to heel. "I am ready," she states unnecessarily, though she barely seems to be carrying more than what she'd had the prior night; mostly a number of waterskins around her belt, and she actually went to the trouble of rinsing the bloodstains off of her club. This was posh doings for Kragga, who wanted to start this quest out on the proper footing.