At the mention of the Heart of the Desert Alton visibly flinch and glance at the door.
"There you go." Brin says with a sigh. "That is all the proof we need. Niko! Rolen! Put this thief in the lockhouse." Two of the men in the tavern, probably the two local deputies Brin mentioned earlier, rise and walk over to where Alton is currenly fidgeting with his dagger. A defeated look cross his face as one of them grab hold of his arms. A few moments later the other pull out a golden chain with a big sapphire attached to it. He then hands it over to the newcomer, and together the two men lead the thief out in the evening.
Sighing yet again, the sheriff turns back to the map on the table. "Now that this business is dealt with, where was I.... Ah, yes. The orcs. If you think you are able to harass them so as to disuade them from attacking, that would be great. Rexar is known for his stubborness and cunning though, so I am not so sure that is a wise plan myself. However, if that is what you choose, we should plan more tomorrow perhaps?"
At Balins request for a local mage or priest, Brin shakes his head sadly. "I fear there is no such men in Goodland. There was a druid living outside Whilfreys Well, but we havn't heard from him since the orcs first started to appear."