Alice's gaze turned back to the bodies in the snow, the satyr's words about the stone's beauty seeming distant and far away. The village girl tried to force back into her mind that these orcs would probably slaughter the town like they had slaughtered the bandits, but it still didn't remove the pain, the [i]guilt[/i] she felt. But there was nothing to feel guilty about, even the blacksmith would have killed them and he was of their kin. But she did, and the idea of turning the heads in to the Jarl made her feel even guiltier. 

"It felt different then you expected didn't it?" said Veo, bringing Alice back to reality. "Taking the life of someone even though it was a orc. The first times are always the toughest."

"I don't know what I expected,"replied the blond, joining with Veo as he started on the path back. "I thought I was prepared to kill bandits, to have... closure about what happened to my father. But if I had trouble with killing orcs, how can I possible stand killing human bandits?"