Miaren huddled in the tavern, nursing a mug of local brew that she had set near the fire - not to improve the flavorless brew, but merely to get it warm.  No one had been able to give a clear description of the giant abductors, but all had given her the impression that it was 'summat wha' needs killin'.'  She knew that her bow and knife would be sneered at by anything larger than a buck-deer, but that was why she was waiting here for the moment.<br/><br/>To hopefully rescue the girls, one needed to get into the bogs - and back out.  That was where she came in.  She was familiar with tracking the trackless, and exploring the unexplored.  What some saw as a waste, she saw as unspoiled - vibrant with its own life.<br/><br/>Well, except for the bogs.  The bogs reeked of decay, of thousands of years of rotting plant matter, good for little more than burning, and that only in the absence of wholesome dead-fall.  Still, she knew how to live off the land, and with a good sword-arm or two to help dispose of the giants, she felt confident that she could return with the girls - if any still lived - or at the very least, some assurance for the villagers that the peril had been neutralized.