Giselle and Kasala both nod. It seems like some of the bartender's old soldiering instincts have started to bubble to the surface.<br/><br/>"Certainly doesn't sound like any orcs I heard of," she said. "The keep's there to protect the villagers in the event of an attack. Raiders wouldn't target it first."<br/><br/>"Then it stands to reason that this wasn't a mere raid." Kasala tapped her chin pensively. "Their objective lay within Castle Bedegar itself. The Bedegars themselves, perhaps?"<br/><br/>Giselle shook her head. "Even that doesn't make sense. Assassinating a noble family seems bizarrely political for orcs."<br/><br/>Kasala nodded. "Indeed. Whatever the motivation, Dorokor is clearly more cunning than the average bloodchief."<br/><br/>When Larissa asked about Sir Pelliton's order, Giselle scoffed. "Yeah, you wouldn't have heard of 'em. Valerie knighted 'em the moment she was named Regent. Til then, they were just the Thorns. Same old assholes, bigger egoes." She sighs, and takes a breath to steady herself. "There's six of them: Pelliton, Ruth, Morgant, Noth, Anglim and Barlow. Knighthood's kept them all busy with their own affairs, but I wouldn't count on that forever. If you'd killed Pelliton back there, I'm guessing a few of his friends might come looking to settle the score."