Stevron sat edgy on is chair, looking out over the map of Bree-lands. Turmoil. The land were in turmoil. Orcs had come down from the mountains in the north. Much of the northern Bree-lands were now under their control. The road to Trestelbridge from Bree-town could no longer be considered safe. A lost caravan of his could testify to that. And from the Lone-lands and from the far south, others had come as well. More orcs, but also men, fighting for various masters. Stevron rubbed his chin with his bare hands.
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