A dried parchment that is tightly rolled up and held together with a small string of hemp.
Within one can read the following message.
I hope this finds you all in good health and within the safety of Bancross.
I arrived in Gapholt near the end of September, gathering more supplies for my journey and news about the disturbances near the border. The tales that have reached Gapholt, are bleak and worrisome. Something or somebody has stirred several Dunlending warband's into action, warband's that have burned several farms in the mark and killed most of the folks they have stumbled upon. In short, it seems they are spoiling for a fight.
The Gapholt Thane is mustering his eored, willing to indulge the Dunland warband's and eager to meet them with shields and spears. I tried to advise caution and that he might ride into a trap, but he would hear none of it. But he allowed me to tag along and act as a scout with a few others I'm not familiar with. Those other scouts have the bearings of experienced men, used to hardship and that is a small comfort in our dire situation. But I’m afraid there are days of darkness ahead, but we will endure as we always do.
Stay safe and be vigilant.
Duncadda
