Yorik smiles and grabs his shield. “Alright, let’s bust sum faces!” Yorik charges out of the barracks as Atisha grumbles under her breath. Following Yorik towards the mill, it was a few hours after noon, and it seems like business in the market was starting to pick up as people were leaving work to do their shopping. Yorik was loud and imposing, telling people to clear away as he marched towards the mill.

At the mill, it was a large building next to the river. There was a water mill attached to the building and one windmill standing on the other side of the river. There were many workers going about their business there moving sacks of grain that were going to be grounded down, carts and wagons were going to market, and just people milling about. Upon seeing Yorik many of the workers were confused and concerned, having not expect a guardsman to arrive. The Orc turns to the group.

“Now I know Atisha said not ya get involved, an I’m sure if I tell ya ya do sumthin we both gunna get an earful. But practically speakin, Ye all better at this Sorta thing den I am. So we gunna look around da mill together, see if we can’t figure out wots about ta happen.”