[OOC: Sorry for the long delay posting...this has been the month from hell for me.  I think I've seen the worst of it, however...]<br/><br/>Olga filed away the reference to the "old tree" in the back of her mind.  It would be worth pursuing later.  She tried not to think of the goblinoids...creatures like that gave her the creeps.  She supposed it wasn't the most enlightened reaction, but she couldn't help it...<br/><br/>It didn't take the priestess long to see that Larm had seen better days, and quite possibly was in terminal decline.  The idea was strange to her, as she had come from an area that, while not booming, was at least growing.  Certainly the idea that human civilization would expand, that things would get better, was something she had taken for granted most of her young life.  That such forces as rats and goblinoids and whatnot could actually reverse the expansion of a place was foreign to her.  Yet the evidence was all around...<br/><br/>A hundred gold pieces divided amongst the group was a decent reward, she thought.  Not to mention that the group would attain a reputation...perhaps only local at first, but growing as time went on.  For now, the priestess was content to listen and let others do the talking...