There has always been a threat of orc raids near Frandors Keep. They descend from the mountains slaying, and abducting leaving destruction and chaos in their wake. Yet in one valley there has been no death, no destruction, just disappearances. The people have asked for assistance and the Earl has sent you to investigate it. You are making your way down the old highway when a visibly pregnant woman suddenly stumbles into your line of sight. Between you and what was likely a once-comely face is a layer of caked-on blood and filth – and yet, her expression of despair is still easy to identify. She is dressed in dirty, bloody rags and her bare feet are split and bleeding. She looks desperately toward you but says nothing. Instead, she loudly moans, stumbles, and faints!