The time spent walking the town is worthwhile; after all, you end up learning as much in a couple of hours as you did in your first day. Several of the guards, for instance, are noticeably more grey in the face than usual- and they're<em>pissed.</em>At least twice, you see one guard have to stop another from lashing out at a civilian who so much looks at them askew.<br/><br/>And public opinion towards the guards seems to be changing as well. You and Sharille had made a show of your arrival, so at least a few people recognize you... but you also hear that you're not the only one touting the captain's praises. Today reminded people of why she's the captain of the guard... and they're starting to rally around her. You get the feeling that even if you weren't planning on bringing down the noble tonight, he'd have a hard time trying to remove the halfling from the picture now...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>You arrive back at the church, with the sun still high in the sky. Immediately, the old half-orc greets you with a toothy, knowing smile.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose you've come to ask our lovely Captain's hand, Master Elf? I have such a lovely bridal wreath waiting for her, and we could have the ceremony within an hour..."<br/><br/>From what you can tell, the man's words are equal parts jest and seriousness... he obviously cares about the Halfling woman as if she were his own daughter, and seems convinced that you are her paramour. He definitely seems to be teasing about the bridal wreath, though... well, most likely anyway.<br/><br/>Either way, he leads you to the same sanctuary you slept in when you arrived at the town, and closes the door behind him when you enter. You see that the Captain has already procured the signatures she needed, and is currently napping on the same bed you slept in after your goblin hunt... with all of her armor and weapons piled on the floor, leaving her in a plain white shift.