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"Human Hireling funny." The orc gleefully proclaimed, grabbing his weapon and stood up.

Without any other words, he started out towards the farmlands.

(Working on the assumption that, as implied, everyone is following Thork...)

As the group would head outwards from the busier parts of Clearwell, the buildings would grow gradually more sparse, and within minutes, most of it was behind you as you stared at the sprawling fields, fenced off into different lots. If you came here a day ago, you would probably see lots of farmers and their livestock in the fields; less so right now. There were a few brave souls, but that was it.

In terms of 'abandoned' buildings, they'd be hard to determine, since so many people were staying indoors. There was a lot to choose from, be it homesteads, farmhouses, sheds, or other structures. Luckily, Thork, you would be able to know which ones are probably good to overlook, and you would be able to cut the search down to perhaps a tenth of what it would be without you.

You're not long into it, however, when a familiar face (to Thork) approaches, rushing across the field towards the interesting-looking party.

"Mister Thork!" the boy, Timothy Rhogers, would call out once he neared. He was young, ten or eleven years of age, and human, with dusty brown hair and freckles galore. "Hi, mister Thork! Who're yer friends? Have they come to protect us from the monsters?"

You don't see his parents around in his family's fields, as Timothy leaned against a loosely constructed wooden fence, peering at you guys through it. He didn't appear to have been working before you showed up.

"Oh," Timothy would respond rather flatly, looking from Thork to the rest of you and back to Thork. "That sounds lame. I bet you could beat them in a fight, all by yourself, Mister Thork!"

Upon asked about his parents, he would smile a big goofy grin, two baby teeth missing. "Oh, they're inside boarding up the windows," he would say, looking over his shoulder. "They told me I could play outside as long as I stayed right by the front door." He would look back at Thork. "I wanted to see if the funny little man would be back today, though!"

"What? No, someone new. He had a big shirt and big shoes but was my size. I saw him come out of and go back into the woods yesterday. He looked funny, but he didn't look like he wanted to talk to anyone. I was going to try today, though," Timothy responded, with an air of bravery about him.

Ambra awkwardly stood by while Thork talked to the child. She was not sure how to interact with children herself, and the orc already seemed to have some sort of rapport with the boy. However, she did listen in intently when the boy mentioned something interesting about seeing a new face in town. she waited to see if the orc could draw out more details before she tried stepping in.

The buxom avenger gave a cool laugh and played it off like she knew all along as she followed. For the rest of the walk, however, she was mostly silent as she tried to process what little information she'd gathered to see if there was a missing piece to the puzzle in plain sight. No luck, but surprisingly one out of plain sight quickly appeared on its own in the form of a talkative child.

"Volunteers." she corrected coolly. "For a cause like this, I wouldn't dream of accepting payment. And certainly you, Master Timothy, must understand that size and strength don't win fights. Your most powerful weapon..." she explained, pointing to the child's head, "Is up here. If you're clever enough, even you could beat Mister Thork~"

To the rest she could only nod in assent to the group's decision. Chasing after this mysterious figure seemed to be the best lead they'd gotten all day.

"Sounds...feral. Not really my specialty though. Thanks for the info, Kid. Best to get yourself someplace safe." Aelgeirr would then draw his spear and head down the path that the young human had directed.

"Don't infer that I'm taking goblins lightly. I heard about one idiot who wound up covered in a swarm of goblins. He could only use his short sword and his family line nearly ended right then and there. He got some help from a cleric he was traveling with though. Still, are you guys coming?" Aelgeirr said as he continued down the path.