Preparing the farmhouse took a little longer than Lucille had anticipated.  While the structure itself was sound, it appeared that she finally found some damage to the structure.  Evidence remained showing where the family had made their hold out, and how it had become overrun.  The door was swinging open because the hinges had been broken, probably when the orcs had breached the structure.  Likewise the large family table that had probably braced the door had been damaged, and now wasn't much use in re-bracing it again.  But eventually she felt secure that no one would be coming through the door without at least making enough noise to wake her.  The windows on the other hand were a lost cause.  She could find no way to secure them, as any tools that the farm may have had were now gone, and she certainly wasn't going to use her sword pommell like a hammer.  But they were small enough that they weren't an immediate cause for concern.  By the time she felt secure, darkness had already fallen, leaving her to struggle to get a small fire lit in the hearth.<br/><br/>She mulled over what she had learned in her time here however.  The strangest thing was that the table had actually been re-wrighed at some point.  Possibly the son had made it this far and cleaned up?  It was the only option that made sense.  She also chuckled at the smooth wooden dildo she found in the bedroom that she assumed was shared by the two daughters.  The phallic item had been tucked between the bed's leg and the wall and reminded Lucille of the fact that not only were these orcs a danger to the town and travelers, but that there was a woman and two young ladies missing as well.  But also, that those young ladies weren't children at all.  The bedroom with the largest bed showed absolutely no signs that a man used it, confirming the farmer's story about a shrew wife.  What mens clothing she did find left were out in a trunk in the barn.  Though it appeared that was ransacked and only the most worn and worthless clothing was left behind.  Or perhaps that was all that he had to wear?<br/><br/>In any regard, she fell asleep and was unmolested in the night.  For the first night in several days, she was untroubled by erotic dreams.  Likely due to the good fucking she'd gotten that morning, or maybe it was just the day's activities.  Still she awoke before dawn, ready to greet the sunrise, and afte rthat return to the trail of the orcs, knowing the general direction they were supposed to be in, and hoping she could find more of a clue.