Introduction and the trip to the lake.

With iron staves, wedging open the door. The old ankle height flooded hallway, just recently uncovered, became longer. As an old door got pulled over. Its rusty lock is unable to fight against the group of rangers wedging it open. And so with a bang the door finally opens fully. Soon a lit candle enters the room, there's a case of scrolls on the wall at the end, and rows of desks at each side, facing the wall. More scrolls on that, as well as old stone tablets.

“Looks like they were researching their own past.” One of the rangers said. While another one pulls an old dusty scroll closer to the firelight. “Hmmm, First part Sindarin, then Adunaic, Numenorean script.” she says. “Well then Mrs Lyffland, you’re the only one here that is able to speak and understand Adunaic, but what does it as a whole say?”

Ivy looks over the scroll, “Followed K-ar.. From Gondolin.. Plunder.. Fled east over Taur-nu-Fuin.. Ah I see. First part in Sindarin states; ‘Our party followed the Orc party that fled with plunder from Gondolin, they fled eastwards over Taur-nu-Fuin and March of Maedhros. Probably settling in Ered Luin, to be hunted down.’”  Ivy looks further. “Next part is in the Adunaic newer script. “Update on the plunder, traces have found that the orc caravan has fled further east over Ered Luin, fleeing the sinking of Beleirand. They likely will move over Forodwaith. “  As Ivy holds it close to candle light she notices some newer ink on it that sadly seems to have been written down with little care. “Caravan got lost in the Forochel-area, no trace of them being found in the north anymore. “

Much later.

The party was gathered, and questions were asked. Ivy knew the question was coming, what makes us know the caravan is even still there. Even for her is a doubt, but she can't help but feel that, due to its remote location, any expedition that way would have made enough noise to be heard. Especially if the only hints of its existence were hidden in some archivist chamber deep in Annuminas. But still she hoped for the best and the party followed her. After all, now the aim is more than personal enrichment, but also for some useful funding for the company.

The first track of the company was simple, and Ivy’s warning of Forochel, came to heart at the party. And so after a small break at the North gate of Bree-town, allowing the party to buy necessary supplies, they were off again. The trip north over the rolling northern bree lands hills were peaceful, which was strangely unexpected to Ivy. For she expected wolves or some brigant to lurk. A small group of adventurers with a cart full of goodies would seem like a good win. But regardless, happily the party remained unmolested.
They went for Nen Harn, instead of Trestlebridge. The reason for this was, as Ivy says, to avoid getting attention. But in reality, she felt that the idea of a treasure seeking group would just be a magnet for the poor and unfortunate to try out their luck if they gain any, and Ivy was not wanting strange tag-alongs. Especially not after four of them tried the same by following her into Fornost and were eaten alive. 

Finally arriving at Nen Harn, the party found a good spot. Flat land, river close, big tree overhead. Here is where the party made camp and spent their evening talking. Then for rest, for tomorrow was going to be the track into the North Downs.