The swift padding of booted feet, the small clinking of what little metal the messenger wore as well, were the first things that Gormun heard of the approach of another man. Despite the crowd around him and Master Darathor, he could hear that sound clearly from the distance. He pushed through the crowd and towards the lanky man who stopped before him, breathing heavily from the run before he could speak. The poor man was disheveled and unkempt, quite like many of the men of the Vigilants nowadays as their rations grew smaller, their armor was less maintained and the battles with beasts and bandits alike more prominent as a part of their day to day duties. 


[b]”Sire, there is a weird… beast creature at the gates. It walks on its two legs and talks our tongue as well. It looks like some kind of giant mountain lion and this other beasty quite like a lizard came along as well sire.”[/b] The frantic man’s speech betrayed little of how the situation had gone thus far but it seemed dire if they sent straight for Gormun. What little the man knew of the situation was enough to warrant his presence.


[b]”Do not call me Sire, Hormund, you know my name and thus you use it. Now then, let us go see this situation. Shall you come with us Master Dwarf? I assume you’d be interested in both of these beasts that my young friend here is talking about,”[/b] said Gormun as he hopped up onto his horse and looked back at the dwarf whom was already mounting his own pony. The pair rode off towards the gates to the town, their intent to greet the two beasts whom had arrived at such an odd time.


On the other side of town though, the gates were wide open as a flood of men and women came in. Many were elves and Humans yet one stood out among them, one strange Orcish female. Her eyes were alight with delight, the amazing sight of the city of Stockton during its famous festival of the Fall was certainly a sight to see for her. Though, it didn’t bring the mystic feeling to her heart the her home city of Klosterous did when they hosted their festival. But it wasn’t the feeling of the festival that brought joy to her heart, rather, it was the sight of such thronging hordes of people who had lived together as a whole and protected each other which brought to her the mixture of joy and fear.