1395 D.R. Day of the ... Month of the ...
I've built a small retreat in the woods northwest of the Friendly Arm Inn.  It will serve as a base while I hunt down the Orcs that slew my husband and my little girls [tear marks blot out the rest]. After covering their appalling wounds as best I could, I used one of the foul creatures stinking spears to dig shallow graves for my family.
I so swear by Mielikki that those responsible will feed the worms afore the year be done.

What happens next?   You tell me!