The Roadwarden smiles at all of these Souls taking the call for aid seriously. He stands outside, near Bron Bekkle and those going to the Monestary.
With him are a half dozen young men (wearing the livery of the City, Pages,most likely) holding the reigns of a dozen or so horses.
The Roadwarden says 'About all I can offer you in advice is to go in by day. Whatever is out there, these feral Orcs and sch grows stronger by night.
The rain falls in a light patter, bringing to mind that there isn't much in the way of daylight, though with a quick start, the fifteen miles to the Tower shouldn't be all that hard to make before nigthfall...