<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/76/d9/3176d943cb4109746b2841c5299f2340.jpg)<br/>Mysterious Halfling</div></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/60/05/7f/60057f67f05cd2cbcd091ee3c9b54db9.jpg)<br/>Mayor Osric</div></div>Carroc's lips tightened. He clearly did not like any plan that diminished his own self-importance. But he wasn't about to mount any sort of expedition without the soft expendable bodies of the town militia between him and the orcs.<br/><br/>"Fine!" he said at last. "If you wish to meet your doom facing the orcs alone, then so be it. We will give you three days. When you do not return, I shall lead the militia to deal with the orcs as I should have all along!"<br/><br/>At the back of the church, a halfling woman dressed in traveler's clothes slipped inside, and leaned against the back wall, one foot propped against the wall. A sword belt with rapier and dagger was slung across her wide hips.<br/><br/>Giselle glared at Carroc. "I have faith in you, my lady. More faith than I have in Sir Pelliton, that's for sure. There'll be a mug waiting for at the<em>Reluctant Pig</em>you on your return."<br/><br/>An older gentleman with a monocle, evidently Mayor Osric, stood. "Yes, well, I believe that quite settles things then. We wish you the greatest success, Lady Ruxvan."<br/><br/>Father Belderone nodded, stepping to the centre of the Dias. "Blessings of Heironeous, and his servant St Gaed, be upon you." he said.