"Orcs, you say?"  Samuel asked, more to himself than Jera.  The man stroked his beard, and one could almost hear tumblers falling into place as the idea rolled about in his skull.  "Interesting.  Their tribes usually prefer plains and mountains, but a raiding party that has adapted itself to this tropical locale must surely be exotic and formidable indeed."<br/><br/>His eyes steeled themselves as daggers in Horatio's direction, reprimanding but saying nothing.  "You have endured a great deal, m'lady.  That you still stand, exhausted as you must be, is a testament to your will as a human being.  Rest assured that we will not allow this desecration to go unpunished."  Then, giving the docks a tired glance, "Perhaps we should continue this briefing in private.  Do you have a room set aside for town meetings, perhaps?"