The priest of Pelor had an amiable nature and smiled, nodding at the beautiful paladin's words.  Turning he gestured for her to follow.  To the back of the small church and into a private domicile built seemingly just for himself.  If there were others that assisted him in tending to his flock, they must live elsewhere in the town.  He brought her to a writing desk and unrolled a scroll that had been shelved in a cubby there.  Weighting it down he pointed,<strong>"This is a map of the hillside surrounding our little villiage.  Here the trade road you traveled on, passing through and continuing onwards.  Here the river  that feeds the farms east of the town, back towards the way you came.  But here, westward, the land continues to rise and fall somewhat, and the water is not as plentiful, the farming, not so good.  But a few farms exist west of us, and a few homes of hunters, trappers, and the like."</strong><br/><br/>He grimaced,<strong>"Nomads too, those who wish to be away from people.  But I do not judge."</strong><br/><br/>His finger stabbed down on a single blip on the map north of the road and to the west of town in the thick forest between the hill that the town was on and the next hill over.<strong>"Here, this is the reason I sent the letter to Arcadia.  This spot marks the Yinil homestead.  Farmers, goodly people from what I met of them.  Their farm was attacked by orcs.  The elder John and his son Kitin kept the orcs back for a little while with barracades and bows, but were overrun.  Strangely the orcs didn't kill them, but left them all but dead.  When Kitin came to, his father was on deaths door, and his mother and two sisters were missing, along with all the food stuff, supplies, and valuables in their home.  John Yinil says he can't remember anything and even with healing magics hasn't been the same since.  Been too afraid to go back home, been staying in the back room of our tavern, sleeping on a cot.  He's friends with the owner ya see.  But his son, Kitin went off to try to rescue his ma and sisters, and hasn't been seen since."</strong><br/><br/>Father Nandel straightened then and pressed his palms into his back, looking Lucille up and down before continuing,<strong>"Now, some of our hunters have said they seen signs of orcs or the like in the last year or two, but this is the first attack we got.  But orcs, well, they can be pretty nasty.  Ya give em an inch and they take the whole yard.  It's only a matter of time before they attack again.  Some of our militia went out lookin, but they had no luck.  One patrol got attacked by orcs here," </strong>He pointed to a spot further north of the Yinil homestead,<strong>"After I sent the letter mind ya.  But they got all killed, and now our militia men say there's no point, that them girls and that young man is as good as dead.  They ain't for riskin their necks to find some hermit like farmers.  But the Yinil are goodly folk, and they deserve more than to be written off.  Just like this town needs to have any orcs on our doorstep turned out and sent packin.  So now ya know why you're here, think ya can handle it miss?"</strong>