<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/22/7d/99/227d9975e70bc6194e67cc6a82d1b2e8.jpg)<br/>Carroc</div></div>"Ahh, the legends<em>are</em>true," Giselle quipped back at Larissa as she headed out the door.<br/><br/>Down in the tavern, Kasala rose to meet Larissa, matching her stride as they headed out the door. "It is, indeed about the orcs. There seems to be a town council of sorts."<br/><br/>"And I'm on it," Giselle said, following them out the door. "Osric is our mayor. A nice enough man, good head for business. Tends to dream a little too big, though. Jago, the smith, and Morgouse, the carpenter, are also on it." It did not take long to reach the church. Slipping inside, they could see the townsfolk arranged in the pews, while several chairs had been set out on the dias for the town council. One man, fat and red-faced, was holding forth before the rest of the town.<br/><br/>"What good's a militia if they can't handle a couple o' orcs?!" the man cried. "Might as well just be throwing my money in a pit and burning it, if they're not going to do anything about this!"<br/><br/>Giselle let out a weary sigh. "And that would be Carroc," she whispered. "Owns the biggest farm outside gravesford. He is also a blithering idiot who'll do anything to enrich himself."<br/><br/>"Well, glad you could finally join us, Giselle," Carroc sneered. "Too busy turning your inn into a brothel to come on time? Heard the<em>Pig</em>was squealing rather loud last night."<br/><br/>Giselle obviously smarted at this remark, though she kept her voice level as she strode up the aisle and took her seat on the dias. "Nonsense, Carroc. I simply went to the extra effort to ensure that Lady Ruxvan received Gravesford's warmest hospitality, for her service to our community last night."<br/><br/>"Is that so?" Carroc barked back. "Giving succor to the woman who flounced in here, claiming noble birth, before stirring up trouble with Lord Greymantle's chosen representative and then getting beaten to a pulp by orcs?"<br/><br/>He turned back to the crowd. "Now, as I was saying, we have a militia, and their job is to deal with threats to our village. With the assistance of every able-bodied man in this village, they should be able to drive off this invaders with little trouble, and Lady Greymantle shall reward us all greatly for our service!"