The old priest looks delighted. “Adventurers, here? Esus be praised! Please, honoured guests, take a seat!” The prior gives you some spiced wine he keeps in a flask on the window-sill, then says: “I need your help. All of a sudden, squads of orcs have begun roaming the valley, so merchants fear visiting our village. Business is going bad. What‘s worse is that quite a few young men and women have disappeared in the last weeks. The last Oakwood citizen to disappear was lovely Laurelin, daughter of the village innkeeper. I don‘t know what kind of evil creature is infesting our land, but I‘ll give you five hundred golden Eagles — all the money we've got — if you bring her back or discover what‘s brewing. If you mean to accept, I'd suggest visiting old Fingall, the valley wizard. He might help you.”
