This week has been fairly busy. I was scouting around Bree-Land again, south of Bree, when I came across a half-orc camp. I made the mistake of showing myself too early and my luck the orc wasn't alone. I am a bit surprised I wasn't struck down there, but I am willing to be called a wrench if only to get out alive.
I had to know what was going on in that camp, so I entered and found a corner to hide in. I was there just in time too. They received a message. The man spoke of someone and their army coming to meet them. I wish at had caught the name but I will be bringing this up during our next meeting.
