An entry in a small leather covered book, wrote by Hiath after returning from a scouting mission to the Northern Bree-Fields.
It was a rainy afternoon when I had left Briannon and the newest worker for our small company to finish signing their contracts. I had rode swiftly up the Greenway, towards Trestlebridge upon Mithlobor, my faithful horse of Rohan that I had acquired when I was in those lands.
It was coming to dusk when I stopped my horse, and decided to continue on foot to get to where I needed to go. Dressed in my browns and greens, I crept through long grass and used trees to cover me as I made my way ever closer to the place where smoke was rising from, in large quantities. After stumbling upon wooden pallisades, I crept around them to stand upon the top of a small cliff ledge.
Kneeling down, almost buried within the branches of a tree I looked here and there with my hand on my sword aware. The camp was thriving with goblins - small orcs - who were laughing and arguing, the rain hitting down hard on them and their fires. Twenty and nine I counted, too many for a single man to take down. Too many for a two men to take down, though three there is more of a chance.
Five hours passed and I had decided it was time to go back, after having scouted it out as best as I could without getting in any trouble. I walked back, the exact path I took to get there earlier on. Though this time, I must of taken a wrong turning at some point as I slid down a bank of thorns and briars, scratching my one side, though I ended up in an open clearing.
Snorts is what I heard first, before a large wild boar snuffling his nose against the earth appeared out underneath a group of rocks. Before another, slightly smaller in stature appeared next to it. They snuffled and let out low snorts, before they charged forth with mouths open. I did what my instinct told me to do, and ran as fast as I could, climbing back up the briar slope and finding Mithlobor nearby. I climbed into the saddle and rode off before a boar could skewer me and my horse.
I arrived back just before dawn, muddy and scratched. I now write this, before I will retire to bed and rest after my night out scouting. Though I now know, that a third person will be needed to do this job given.
