{Legacy}Scout and promisses.

Tidhelm walked away of the group. The snow crisped under his boots. If Daellas and Wulfreda's ill timed words were not the end of the group at this moment than it would be the cowardly behaviour of Regnwald, Tidhelm thought to himself. As the old noble walked into the small woods close to the camp, the voices of the others started to become nothing more than mutterings in the distance. Tidhelm looked around for a moment before saying out loud: "You can come out now!" A few moments passed and nothing happened. Tidhelm walked over to a nearby stump and took his seat on it. The old noble continued with taking of his helmet. He threw it on the snow next to him. Tidhelm looked at somr nearby shrubbery and not long after a very small goblin appeared. The small creature crept closer to Tidhelm. "Report." The goblin looked up at the seated figure and spoke in a way more sophisticated then most orc-kind would: "The warg-riders near the banks of the river listened to my advice. They are raiding a woodsman village nearby the forest. The road is mostly clear for your company, lord." Tidhelm smiled at the goblin and spoke to him: "Good work Vog. What about your report on the Sutcrofts?" The goblin looked at the direction of the camp before continuing. The goblin spoke with some fear in his voice:"Fastred is no longer mourning his father...he is out to kill every orc in Rohan. The boys start to fear his name. Tidhelm shook his head and spoke: "Warriors let their swords speak in their stead. Fastred doesn't stand a chance against me. What about Garsfeld and Walstow?" The goblin spoke, more reassured:"All the farms around the towns are either abandoned, scorched or looted. This includes...your own lands, master." Tidhelm nodded and spoke: "Then everything is going according to plan." The goblin bowed before the master and looked at the camp again. The goblin spoke in a more eager voice: "When may I taste his blood? The dark haired rider was to be mine. " Tidhelm looked at the scout and walked up to him. He spoke closely to the goblin's face. "Don't be hasty. Soon your revenge will be even greater. Your nemesis is expecting an heir. Unspoiled man flesh. Soft and juicy. " The goblin wetted his lips and spoke almost cackling: "May I have the mate of the rider as well? May I gut her, master?" Tidhelm walked back to his helmet and he placed it back on his head. "We will see, now return back to your scouting pack and return back to Rohan. Keep the path as clear for us as you can." Tidhelm walked back to the camp, leaving the goblin alone in the snow, his warg approaching.