Cheers erupted as Larissa crossed the threshold of the Reluctant pig. Brecca had brought out the mutton, and was now doing her best to keep track of all the drink orders that came flooding in. Other townsfolk were eager to offer Lady Ruxvan words of thanks or shake her hand. It seemed that Pelliton's reputation in Gravesford was as foul as his personality.<br/><br/>As Larissa took down the bounty proclamation, Kasala leaned in. "Look," she said, pointing to the prior proclamation, pinned beneath. Indeed, there were two of interest. The first, dated three weeks ago, stated that the Baron of Bedegar, along with his entire family, had been slaughtered by orcs who forced their way into Bedegar Keep. The second decreed that, in the absence of a Bedegar heir, Valerie Greymantle would assume the throne as Regent, to serve as protector of the Barony.<br/><br/>"It would seem House Greymantle is not entirely foolish," Kasala said, studying the decrees. "They realize their hold on Bedegar is tenuous. Lady Greymantle's appointment is, in theory, a temporary measure. If no worthy heir can be established, however, then Bedegar would be a vassal of Greymantle for all intents and purposes." The elven scholar took the seat next to Larissa, and quietly slipped a tankard from the ever-growing line of drinks on the bar, giving Brecca another warm appraisal before continuing to study the proclamations.<br/><br/>Giselle slid back in behind the bar, easing the burden on her overwhelmed daughter. "I'm more than happy to answer your questions, my lady," she said, deftly pouring drinks and accepting coins without ever missing a step. "Apologies if my answers are a little terse though. Things are only going to get busier as word starts spreading."<br/>