<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa would be left mulling over the story the Ostler had given her - no doubt he had seen something, and it's hard to mistake an orc of all things. Though perhaps his mind filled in some details for him. It was curious...why would they slink back into the woods instead of just pillaging? Gravesford, as much as she didn't want any ill to befall it, was ripe for the picking. Whatever the case, it'd be worth checking out in the morning.<br/><br/>Larissa would offer the kindly priest a small smile. "Blessing be upon you, Father," she said. "I believe Lady Elaine mentioned a St. Gaed a time or two." And for the life of her, Larissa couldn't remember if Elaine had said anything else about the figure. "...perhaps you could tell me his legend? Though I did come here to pray. If you could offer me some time alone before the altar?"