"Not 'who', but 'how'." Parchment crinkled, as Lucille produced one of the notices - The ink smeared, but still legible. "...these have been distributed far and wide, I believe."<br/><br/>The honey-blonde knight's eyes brow furrowed, thoughtfully - So, the rumors<em>were</em>true. The situation really *was* that bad...That was a substantial number of people. And mostly women, too - If that wasn't ominous, she didn't know<em>what</em>was. Her intricate curls swayed, as Lucille brought slim fingers to her chin - Canting her head to the side, to regard Toraash.<br/><br/>"...You're saying that you<em>didn't</em>send these out?" she inquired - "Someone in town must have, at any rate - Though it seems that your troubles are real." She glanced past him, at the rather ramshackle town beyond. "We don't intend to impose on your hospitality any longer than we have to. While we're here, we can pay - In good coin - for supplies and lodging."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll(1d20)+7:<br/>11,+7<br/>Total:18</div></div>