"If you can get me some water..." his daughter was soon off as he said that, the man grunting out in pain before his daughter returned. Taking a long sip, he gave out a parched, satisfied sigh. "Okay... There were at least twenty of them. Perhaps there were more skulking in the shadows, I do not know. It was clearly a raiding party. They were mostly on foot, but a few with nasty looking wolves... W-wargs, I think they're called, right? Wargs. Their leader wasn't a goblin though. He was big and mean looking. Kinda haunched, bluish skin. Looked more like an orc to me. Covered in heavier armor and with a mean looking cleaver. Couldn't catch the name they used for him. They only talked to him in their chittering little language. It was him that took my beloved. I think they set up not far from barrows up north, probably a few hours walk from here. They may be using the graves as a campsite, if I had to guess... They probably have guards set up as well."