<strong>Ilene</strong><br/><br/>Ilene could see the western gate now, it was still open, but would soon be closed for the night, it would soon be dark. She wondered who had gate duty today, maybe it was someone she knew?<br/>It turned out to be Tettly, the son of one of the local farmers. He was one year younger than her, so she'd never been with him even though she guessed he looked alright. She generally prefered older men, not silly young boys. By the looks he was giving her he had heard the rumors about her. Was he secretly wising she'd take him on a ride? Probably.<br/><br/><strong>Ariavha</strong><br/><br/>She found an empty table, even though the inn was starting to fill up, most of the villagers had stopped working for the day, and many of them found their way here, to have a pint or a hot meal, or maybe just smoke a pipe in the company of friends. Ariavha suspected her father had shooed away anyone who had tried to sit at this table. He knew she was expecting her friends tonight. When she looked at where he stood behind the bar, she could tell he was in a foul mood. Ork trouble, most likely. Ariavha sure hoped he would let Garashna in...<br/><br/><strong>Garashna</strong><br/><br/>Garashna made her way out of the water. It sure was cold! She heard a noice up at the river bank, she didn't have to look to know who it was. Her constant shadow.<br/>A few years earlier one of the sows had gone crazy and killed all of her young piglets, save one. Garashna had bottle fed the poor little fellow, and had managed to save it. After that he had started following her around, to her kin's amusement. More loyal and obedient than a dog, he had proved to be, even now when he was full grown and should've been as foultempered as any male Bristleback Boar. They way he followed her around, even at times like this when he should have been locked up, was a bit embarassing for Garashna. She didn't like when people laughed at her. But she loved the little guy, even though he wasn't very little these days. Her friends knew that her irritation with the pig was just for show.<br/>As Garashna walked towards the inn, the boar pattered along beside her. If Garashna had any regrets, it was allowing G'tchinka's first born to Name the pig. It was how he had ended up with the name "Piggywiggysnufflehog". It would have been unbelivably rude to reName the first thing the child had ever Named, so the boar was stuck with it. To bad, such a clever creature should have worthy Name, that was Garashna's firm belief.<br/>She could see the inn now, it seemed to have been some sort of commotion. Her heart sank, she bet she knew who'd been involved.