They say your first steps are important. They mark the beginning of a journey, the direction of your travel and the weight of your interest. I took about a thousand of those first steps today. Shaemoor village was under attack by centaur. Hooved feet trampeled the fields while houses burned. It was all the guard could do to keep the innocent from being slaughtered.
I did what I could, ushering people to the inn for shelter.