"Oh!" cried Finna, once it was all over and the kobold lay dead at her feet.<em>What have I done?</em>It had all happened so quickly.  A little man had sprang at her from the bushes, and her crook had swung - seemingly of its own accord - and cracked him squarely in the temple.  And that was that, dead before he crashed to the ground.  The forest was eerily silent once more.  She looked about, not quite sure what to do.  Killing a little man was not the same as killing a rat.<br/><br/>Time passed, and Finna examined the body, and was horrified to find scales and a muzzle instead of skin and a face.  Was it an orc?  The old folk always rattled on about how awful orcs were, and Trot claimed to have killed one once, but Finna had always suspected they were made up.  And now she'd killed one?  And what in the Nine Hells was an orc doing in the north forest?  She examined its body and the surrounding area for clues.