Finna was sweating like a mule and her back and thigh muscles were burning as she emerged from the forest.  Under the starry night sky the village looked so<em>peaceful.</em><br/><br/>"Trot!" she yelled as loudly as she could, hauling the now dirty and bloody kobold corpse into the meadow where her sheep were gathered, and causing them to baa nervously.<em>"Trot!</em>Wake up!  There are<em>orcs</em>in the forest!"