Sigmund looked up from beneath his hood, not quite having made it to the porch. The soldiers standing guard made his first question an obvious one. As prejudiced thoughts turned the gears in his mind, several more popped into his head that were best suited for someone not in a position to remove his skull.<strong>"I have come at the behest of priestess Lilay. A soldier in her care, Hordo, has been poisoned by goblin arrows. I need to speak to Morglum or any other who knows the land well enough to direct me to the goblins that attacked the east wall while Hordo was at his post. Without an antidote, his wounds will infect and he will surely die."</strong>