Another day of walking, another day of looking for work. Bula had lead her sisters this direction hoping to find some work, the closer to the border usually meant more work. The closer Bula got to Millmont the more she got a funny feeling in her spine, which usually meant money, or someone trying to kill them. She stopped and  pulled her axe to let the brightly shining silver two handed weapon settle across her shoulders. Her sisters did likewise with their weapons, keeping them close at hand in case the villagers were not to friendly especially considering their Orcish nature. Their little donkey which Bula had named ‘Carrot’ due to his fondness for carrots looked tired and in need of water and food.

As the group got into the town Bula stopped the group near the town center right next to the stone well. Bula leaned the axe against the well and looked around the eerily quiet town, the grim looks on everyone’s faces. Something was wrong here, and usually when something was wrong Bula and her sisters could make some money fixing it. She pulled herself up onto the well her armor clanking as she did still slightly dirty from the road. She looked back and forth before sticking fingers in her mouth and giving a loud sharp whistle across the town square.

The sisters gathered around keeping a watch of Bula’s back, you could never be too careful out here in these border towns. Bula waited till everyone was looking then starts to speak loudly, her voice was gruff and snarling from the fact that she had tusks and just the fact that she was a orc. “People of this quaint town. I am Bula Do’Gash! And these are my sisters. We are esteemed bounty hunters! We hunt the evils of this world, whether monster, man, or elf! From the looks of things I feel like you may have a problem! We will fix this problem for you. This of course is not free, but do you really wish to live in this grim state?”

She lowered her hands to her sides to see if anyone was taking interest in what she had just said. She hopped down from the well and grabbed the axe slinging it back over her shoulders. She leaned over whispering as best she could in Leshy’s ear “Start seeing if there is a place for Carrot to get some water, and to set up our tents. We are at least going to stay for a night or two before moving on.” Leshy would go about her task at the command.