Carvireth had arrived in Trestlebridge, the smell of smoke had heavily grasped her nostrils.
Many had laid wounded, her heart already had gone out to the local villagers.
Finding several arrows on the ground, she had known them to be from none other than orcs.
Gritting her teeth as she had examined the arrow, she knew the pain of these people.
For she too had suffered at the hands of orcs, long ago.
Taking her healing supplies she had set her eyes upon the blood, that had embraced the ground.
"My work here begins."
