Phaeral nodded politely to the mayor. Remembering him to be a no-nonsense fellow, he stepped forward to explain.
“Yes, we have, sir, but let me explain so you can feel satisfied. First of all, on our way to the lighthouse, we encountered what we thought was a sea monster. It turned out it was a bunch of orcs in an old dragon turtle shell that had been made into a raft. They were using the ruse to attack ships – or at least, that was their plan. We might have been the first ship they tried it on. In any case, they boarded Captain McCoy’s ship and attacked us with intent to kill. We defended ourselves. That one – ”
He pointed at the prisoner.
“Gave himself up. We would like to turn him over to you for appropriate punishment, sir.”
Phaeral indicated the constable.
“And we should note that he’d been very cooperative, in spite of his crimes. However, that was not the worst crime we encountered. When we arrived at the lighthouse, we found that a band of raiders had made camp there. Apparently they were waiting for ships to crash against the shore, they they would take supplies from the wreckage. They attacked us, and we had to defend ourselves again. When we went into the lighthouse afterward, we found the lighthouse keepers had been slaughtered and their bodies left to rot.”
He paused, his face contorting slightly.
“It looked like the lighthouse keepers had children. I guess you need to send more lighthouse keepers. However, they should be able to defend themselves. The local lizard folk tribe was hostile, and attacked us. They seem to have a particular vendetta against Seawell itself.”
Phaeral turned to look at the others.
“Did I forget anything?”