<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>The cheers and eager reception were undercut by the proclamations Larissa found beneath the bounty. Kasala's words gave her much to think about...and just a shred a hope as her thoughts turned to Elaine.<br/><br/>Larissa gently tapped her first mug of ale against Kasala's; the kindness of the grateful village seemed like it might give her alcohol poisoning at this rate. Any help would be appreciated.<br/><br/>"These orcs," Larissa said, looking down at the bounty. "Dorokor and his White Tusks. Are they truly capable of sacking the keep? Bedegar was never a push over. They kept Ruxvan and Graymantle from being at each other's throats for years. I imagine the only source of news is from Graymantle mouths?"