The arrival of not one, but four armed and dangerous-looking Orcs into Millmont did not bring any sort of comfort to the faces of the people there. Suspicious eyes peered at them through the trees and shabby cottages.

At Bula's loud and bold announcement, fully half of those listening fled with the sounds of doors being bolted and barricaded from within. Anyone out and about seemed to disappear, except Djoth. Frowning as only a wizened old warrior can frown, the tall human sheathed his longsword into a worn old scabbard and approached the orcish quartet, limping slightly.

"Shut yer yap, Orc", Djoth growled when he was close enough to not have to yell. "You sound like a damn fool. How much bounty do you expect to earn when you come into a strange town and bray your business about so that anyone can hear?"

He took a look at Carrot and shook his head. "Take that beast over there by the peach trees. There's some good grass and it's not as muddy as down by the river."

"Listen, Bula, was it? Did you stop to consider that a lot of folks might consider Orcs to be the evil of the world? Your 'esteem' means little here. What is it you think you know about our problems?"

He folded his arms in front of his chest, scowling at the sisters. He wore no badge or sign of any official office, but apparently had elected himself as the spokesperson for this town and wasn't about to scurry off and hide until he was satisfied that these green-skinned brutes weren't going to cause trouble.

As Leshy lead the donkey off to the side of the town's dirt-packed "square", she would notice that the reason the grass near the peach trees was so pleasant was because it had been tended lovingly. And the reason for this was several fresh mounds of dirt. New graves, all of them small, all of them marked with crude headstones and decorated with small toys and mementos of the tiny children who lay underneath.