"You couldn't have left that at home?" Lolegolas asked the druid pointedly.
For his part, the druid merely shrugged as he watched cows doing cow things out in the pasture. "The Funeral Pyre is a grim weapon or a potent salve, depending on the flavor of druid using it. I would not yield it up in our quest. And it has a gem in it. Darn thing would get stolen from the locker."
Throgg shushed them both with a wave of his hand. The door opened, and a middle-aged woman stood in the entryway. She didn't seem shocked to see Horde standing on her porch.
"Ma'am," Throgg started. "We're here about your daughter. She's in trouble and we're trying to find her. We want to make it right."
The woman gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Miranda."