"Just being polite, -Mister- Korick." Mister Korick sounded somewhere between childishly absurd and obnoxiously patronizing, but just calling him Korick sounded far too familiar for a man that much her senior. Not that Lily was feeling a bit testy after the long trek from Daggerford on foot with a limping horse. "Arafaer threw a shoe halfway from Daggerford, I was hoping to find a farrier who could fix him up in this town." 

The buzzing was stronger this close. Familiar and unpleasant. *The tomb.* "There's something nasty around here. It might just be the Moor, Gods know there's enough monsters there." She shook her head. "Nevermind. What else have you learned about this town?"