Megan was removed from the warg by an orc.  The wargs were led across the small courtyard of the keep, into stables that had apparently been adapted for them.  "Time to see ze boss," the orc said, and slapped Megan on the rump, leading her toward a doorway into the keep itself.  "He'll decide what to do with ya."  He was joined by another orc, this one looking like it might have some human blood, missing half his right ear, wearing studded leather armor.<br/><br/>The three went down a dimly-lit corridor, then came to a room.  The first orc knocked three times.  "Enter," came a gruff voice.  The three entered a room that was, by the standards of this place, rather well-appointed.  Three lamps provided light, and a fire burned.  Sitting in an ornate chair was a troll, a big one, close to eight feet tall, dressed in fine clothing that was a size or two too small.  Crouched on the upper-right part of the throne was a goblin, who held a double-crossbow leveled at the orcs for a moment, then scurried away, taking up a position behind some barrels, pointing the weapon at Megan again.<br/><br/>"We found her camped by the old altar base," the human-blooded orc said.  "She had woodsmen's weapons, nothing more."<br/><br/>The troll looked at her.  "Tell me about yourself."