As Corr made her proposition, two young men dashed up to the priest's chambers.  One was winding up a crossbow.  "Orcs, Lightbringer!  They are gathering to the south.  We don't know how many."  The clanging of an alarm-bell began to sound, wafting in through an open window.  "There are a couple dozen Rhaananite horse here who will likely fight for the town.  The Watch is being mustered."  The men looked anxiously out the window into the moonlit night.