The road out of town was well maintained, and unlike the farms on the gentle slope that led into town on the west, the road out to the east was much more wild.  With steep grades and sharp curves, and trees that grew in thick and close to the dirt road in some places.  Other places had large outcroppings of rock, sometimes jutting out over the road itself.  Still it was yet only late morning and the sun was bright and air was crisp and clean.  Between the sun shining down on her and the delicious feeling of a freshly and well fucked body, Lucille couldn't help but feel positive and up beat about her mission.  She'd made it out of town nodding and smiling and greeting those that hailed her, with no sign that anyone sensed anything amiss.<br/><br/>She took a break at noon to say prayers to Pelor and eat, knowing she was still a few hours hike to the cabin where the family had lived.  It was important to stay alert, with orcs in the area, but her journey was uneventful, giving her plenty of time to think over the morning's experiences.  The directions to the farm she'd been given were good, and it was afternoon when she found herself down at the base of the hill, a fertile valley area north west of Hillcrest Watch.  The farm house itself had the air of abandonment about it, with one shutter hanging off the window crookedly and the front door ajar.  If there had been livestock, it was gone now, and the animal pens were open.  Still the sounds of the forest nearby, birds and insects, continued as if nothing was amiss.  It had been days, closer to weeks now, since the battle that had happened here.  Rain and time would have washed away tracks, footprints, and any blood from the battle.  But maybe yet there might be a clue inside?