<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Looking up and down the streets and finding every eye in the village upon her, Larissa could only look around in bemusement. It seemed she had stumbled into an act of heroism - stumbled, as her motives for dealing with Pelliton were purely self-motivated. "I'll need to lick my wounds," Larissa said. "And I think my appetite is returning to me as well."<br/><br/>Sheathing her Fang and her Claw, Larissa made her way back into the inn. She may have won the fight, but she still had underestimated her opponent and paid for it. The black flames she had been wreathed in did much to burn off her rash decision to charge toward Bedegar Keep.<br/><br/>She would wade through whatever reception she received and went to the board of proclamations. Larissa collected her reward: one quest to slay the orcs that killed the Bedegars...at least that was what the proclamation claimed. Larissa would take a seat at the bar. She had more questions for Giselle.