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The ranger glanced around uneasily at the crowds of people preparing for tomorrow's Lantern of Lights festival as she hurried toward the castle, trying her best to avoid bumping into anyone.  She'd been to the castle once before, years ago when she was little her father had brought her to watch the parade in honor of the king's coronation.  She remembered having trouble seeing, so he had lifted her upon his shoulders for a better view.  

The thought of him brought a pang of mixed sorrow and worry.  He, along with several other rangers, had gone after a small band of orcs that had killed a whole family on a nearby farmstead.  But none of the group had yet returned and, even though she knew he was a capable man, Gytha could not help but fear the worst.

The 100,000 gold coins, while a sum of money more than she could really fathom, was secondary to eliminating the orcs that threatened the kingdom and, if possible, find out what had become of her father.  

The castle loomed before her and she took a deep breath as if to steel herself for what lie ahead.  A small crowd was gathering.  Suspecting she was in the right place, the ranger gave a small wave in greeting as she approached, hoping to find a friendly face among the bunch.