Peter’s surprise at the arrival of the wagon soon turns to distaste when it is emerges that it is a dwarf who drives it. “First ta forners, heavens know what they want, now a daned broken drives a carrig inta ow village like thera bout ta take over again,” the headman fumes, pacing two and fro as he tries to regain his lost thread of thought. Nor does he appreciate a challenge to his authority, his initial pronouncement of the situation. However as prideful as he is, he must acknowledge Deliah has a way with words, not the mere spoken ones, more the air with which she announces them, that compels others to listen and at least consider them. Two arrivals on the same day, neither of them the usual you expect to see on the road, on the night the spirit is due to attack? Yes, that bears considering. But are they here to help, or hinder? And what price would their help come with?<br/><br/>He stares daggers at Abigail, apparently everyone fancies a turn as headman, at least the recent arrivals. He is about to chide her for speaking out of tern, but the question is valid, and he cannot repeat it after scolding her. Ignoring the dwarf and the man for now, one problem at a time, he addresses the woman on her horse, “Aye, what is ya purpose here, if not ta spill our blood?”<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Falgrim</div><div class="spoiler_body">  As you approached the settlement, Astim noted a raven, there was something off about them. Used to familiars, especially aven ones, you reckon the raven belongs to someone nearby, in Tankhok or otherwise.</div></div>