"They found a what?" He said aloud, looking up at the soldier retreating from the tent. The man could only shrug and keep going out.

The Velheim man read the rest of what was said on the report and then set back, setting his fingers into his eyes. He was not an expert on the fauna of Aloria, of all the strange beasts he knew to exist out there beyond the forests and windswept lands of the North...but even he had heard of the Temple Orphan. Mere tales told to a young military man in Daen...but they had stuck. He'd also heard a few more things later, when his son had gotten into hunting from some of the oldest lodge members. Based on their tales and this very ragged description given, the creatures were indeed one in the same.

This was most troubling. These Orphans only lived on Solangeria, a forbidden southern land, so how had it been transferred so far west? He paused to consider the trouble of getting people over to that land, capturing it and bringing it back over. Then he considered perhaps they had simply used some of that same magic reported on the battlefield, suspending the beast in the air helpless all the way back before they threw it into those catacombs...

He paused and threw such thoughts away. The beast would need to die, no doubt about it...perhaps a trap could be used on it? He would leave that for whatever brave souls dared to draw themselves near the beast.

For now though, he turned to other thoughts. Scouts would need to be deployed. He had been foolish to forget his time in Nordskag so quickly as even if it had been hard, he had learned the value in those crafty and hardy men of the forest. He would ensure he knew what lay ahead, and what lay behind them. He would not allow himself to be surrounded by these wild bestial foes. But for now...in a pleasant mood, he put his feet up and gave a grin, looking forward to his return to Regalia.