The riders take the party across the plains, riding over a bridge that crosses a river of dark bubbling soda. The town has large walls of stone that protect from the outside, and a simple gate that opens as they approach. The town itself is rather small an quaint, with a large open square in the middle that the riders guide their mounts into. Several fauns rush out to meet the party, while others draw the riding goats away, presumably to the stable.<br/><br/>"Right then, what's all this here?" An older looking faun steps out of one of the larger buildings, clopping his way across the stone road to the assembled group.<br/><br/>"They claim to be witch hunters, outsiders." The lead rider shrugs, gesturing to the group of girls. "Don't know what to make of 'em, but they fended off a group of wyverns."<br/><br/>"Witch hunters hmm?" The older faun ponders, looking the group over. "Not a moment too soon, really. The witch's minions have been stealing from the town. Practically anything of value that isn't nailed down, really. Anyone who follows them into the forest is... Well, we're not quite cut out for that kind of combat. The only good thing is that whatever strange magic they use doesn't work outside of the forest. A few of our people have been having a little fun with the ones we capture." He laughs boisterously. "The thefts wouldn't be so bad, if not for the fact that our tribute is now overdue."<br/><br/>A few of the fauns grumble at that, shifting nervously between each other. "Someone's going to have to climb up that mountain over there and tell our...<em>matron</em>that we don't have this month's offering. She's reasonable, at least, so I don't fear for the messenger." He pauses, looking over the group. "Actually... I don't suppose we can convince you to do it for us?"