As I am sitting here in a camp full of riders and soldiers bearing signs of the Mark, it feels as if I am back in Rohan. But this ground is not part of Rohan, and we are surrounded by enemy forces. I have seen the massive Dunlending army of gathered tribes. It is a force that could overrun this camp with ease. Looking around I see some soldiers wounded lying on bed rolls. The men look tired and demoralized. The constant attacks of the Dunlendings are wearing them out it seems. I feel sorry for them, and wish to aid them as much as I can. They supplied me with armour bearing signs of a white horse and I also got a new spear and shield, as my old weapons are blunt and broken by the long journey. The horses they ride are of a different breed. They are stronger and more muscled as the horses I am used to back in Bree-land. I asked the captain of the fort if he got a spare steed he was willing to part with. He gave me an examining look, and said he I needed to prove myself before he is willing to part with one of their steeds. It was worth a try...
I sat by the fire as a soldier told me about a wizard who is holed up in a dark tower. This wizard Saruman apparently sided with the wild men. The rider looked grim as he stared into the fire, he told me that orcs are sighted around the wizards tower of Orthanc. It seems we are outnumbered here unless the king sends more reinforcements, yet the men here are no longer counting on it. Maybe we can not defeat all the wild men but we can hinder them. Every wild man or orc we kill here will not enter Rohan!
