Most of the villagers shrugged apologetically at Larissa's questions. One outside the town stables, however, nodded grimly. "Aye, I seen 'em," he said, as he finished locking up. "I was taking Canary out for her daily trot—just over the bridge and back—and I sees this orc. Huuuge fella–" the ostler holds his hands out wide to indicate the size of this monster, "–wit great big tusks and glowin' red eyes! Looked like there was a scar on his face, like he'd been burned somehow. Then he holds up his hand, an' I see 'em. Dozens of 'em, a great big horde. Big enough to level all Gravesford! And they all just slink back inna the woods!" The ostler looks about, wild eyed. "O' course, everyone in town says, 'Oh, Hamm's losin' it. Hamm's been in the drink again.' But no! I saw 'em! There're orcs in them woods alright!"<br/><br/>At that point, a whinny was heard in the stable. "Ah, dammit. Canary musta done spooked herself again. Mice, n' that. I gotta go calm her down. Take care, m'lady!" The Ostler unlocked the stables once more, and slipped inside.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/4d/89/cf4d896e3ab0bd140b9243a981351ae6.jpg)<br/>Father Belderone</div></div>The door of the church was indeed open. An elderly priest looked up from the altar, and turned to face the newcomer. "Ah, welcome to the Church of St. Gaed the Confessor, my Lady," he said. Despite his age, the man spoke at a quick pace, clearly personable and eager to chat. "I am Father Belderone. And you would be Lady Ruxvan I presume? Ah, of course you are. Welcome, welcome! Blessings be upon you. How may I help?"