<strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Whole party</span></span></strong><br/><br/><br/>"It's...difficult to describe," Redford stammered as they walked clear of the city. "It's really better that you see it for yourself."<br/><br/>Noting the orc's willingness to help, the farmer nodded gratefully.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Insight Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Torner: At 2018-08-20 01:10:43, tobisquestion (uid: 26997) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124239) - PASS<br/>Leigh: At 2018-08-20 01:11:35, tobisquestion (uid: 26997) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124241) - PASS<br/>Mirish: At 2018-08-20 01:12:01, tobisquestion (uid: 26997) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124242)  - FAIL</div></div><br/><br/>Leigh and Torner briefly caught each other's eye as they realised that for a superstitious portside farmer to accept the help of such an unfamiliar race as an orc, it must mean that whatever drove Redford to town has him legitimately spooked, even if he was unwilling or unable to describe what it is.<br/><br/>It was still mid afternoon and the sun was high. They hurried down the winding path among the rocks towards a farmhouse on a hillside. To one side of the house was a meadow of trees on a steep slope, facing the sea and benefiting from the cool mountain breeze. Behind the house was a wheat field. Neither the meadow nor the field had any signs of an invasion. There was no pillar of smoke rising, nor a camp raised by pillaging orcs or bandit raiders. Everything seemed, at first glance, quite peaceful.<br/><br/>Quietly, Redford led them inside by way of the front door. It was a dark, rustic home and almost every surface was bare wood. It smelled of moss and hay. There was not much furniture and all the windows were covered by plain fabric curtains.<br/><br/>Redford tiptoed across the main room towards one of the rear windows next to a wooden rocking chair with a scraggly human figure in it, with wild straw-coloured hair and a dirty hat balanced on its head.<br/><br/>“It was early this morning when I was about to take out my new scarecrow,” Redford explained almost in a whisper. “I couldn’t believe what I saw when I went out there. I’ve never seen the likes of it. I turned right around and went to get help.”<br/><br/>With that, he indicated towards the windows at the back, which had their curtains drawn (including the small window on the back door) and everyone could tell would look out onto the wheat field. Redford kept well away from the windows, as though he was afraid of arrows being fired in or some beast ready to come crashing through the glass.