<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>With the sun setting and darkness looming, Larissa content herself with walking through the village. She offered greetings and small talk to the villagers she encounters before asking if they had heard any rumors concerning orcs. The White Tusks preoccupied most of her thoughts - their motives and reasons for attacking Bedegar Keep being the chief concern. If this Dorokor was as clever as he was strong...she shook her head. She had nothing suspicions. Would the Graymantles hire a warband of orcs to overrun the keep and slaughter the Bedegar family? She had no evidence, only a desire to make sense of the situation.<br/><br/>Larissa would end up at the village church. She never found herself to be as pious as her sisters, but while Kasala was seeking her own form of solace, Larissa would need something for herself. She knocked on the church door, assuming it wasn't already open and would ask the clergy if she could pray before the altar.