Celine didn't pay much attention to the jagged blade forged by the hands of an orc. She knew very little about them. These creatures were a gruesome attempt at something resembling a man or woman of the fields. The fact she lacked any knowledge on these creatures worried her. She was a worldly woman and took pride in what she knew. However some of her wisdom was still limited to the stories told by the ones who came to her. Rangers who'd been attacked by wild animals, villagers having fallen ill after drinking from poisoned streams, or perhaps even more disturbing a cup of poisoned wine. She never forgot their stories, they were tied to their requests. For each she would perform long hours of ritual, cleanse and sew their wounds and ease their haunted minds. There hadn't been one mention about Orcs or a wound inflicted by one. It worried her not because she feared them, but she was afraid of not being able to do what she set out to do, without them getting in her way. Though she might be worried inside her face betrayed no such emotion, the same enigmatic expression ruling her fine features. It only changed when she chose to. 

There were many ways to remedy a lack of knowledge and since this bothered her greatly she sought to do something about it. As much as she disliked the help of others she was smart enough to recognize some things could not be accomplished alone. It would not be the first time she used others for personal gain and certainly not the last. Had her doors not remained open to people from all walks of life? They made use of her services and Celine thought of this as a fair trade. 

The young farmer Edward had seen the Orcs and even fought against them, or that was what they wanted her to believe. The blade he acquired though was proof enough for her. Aside from the Watchful Man he probably had the most useful information. As Thaddeus jovially urged them all to join in with drink, the serving girl also placed a mug full of ale in front of her. She took it but didn't drink like the rest of the fellowship. Instead she got up from her chair to speak with the heroic farmer. 

The young woman urged her untouched mug of ale into the farmers hands with a knowing smile. There was a look in her eyes that was hard to decipher, her kindness was obviously forced yet there was still something genuine there. Though it was buried so deep it was barely visible. "You look like you could use another" "I can imagine your encounter with the foul creature has changed your life completely." She spoke calmly. "Have you been cleansed afterwards?" She asked with a serious expression. Woodhaven wasn't among the villages in her service, yet she did not know of another Godswife living in these parts. A meeting with a creature as foul as an Orc left its mark. Such a thing should be removed as soon as possible. "I can do it for you Edward, but it doesn't come for free" She continued hoping to gain his favor. They were interrupted by the barkeeper, she had seen him approach and turned to him as he addressed both Edward and herself. "Sir Wolmak wanted me to mention he has free beds available if you'd like to make use of them"