Dane Findol nodded his head in reply to Arwyn's correct assumption. "I cannot order around outsiders and travelers, lest they've broken our laws. Which is a good thing. We've been at war with these savages for decades, battling over my town. At times we've lost, at times their defeat was so devastating that it afforded us a year or two of relative peace. Alas, orcs breed and grow in to maturity with haste, humans not so fortunate.<br/><br/>"Hmm, apologies for the rambling. Yes, I wish to task you with helping us in our war. The north, the orcs always come from the north, further beneath the shade of the Spine of the World."<br/><br/>Left with a straight-forward goal, but the path to it was theirs to figure out. "If you require supplies or anything such, our people will try to provide. The only thing we cannot give from our town, is the soldiers. Defending the town is our greatest priority. Yours will be killing the orcs."