[[Trestlebridge]]

Fredericka walked on the streets of Trestlebridge town and toward its namesake bridge. It amazed her how the bridge did not burn down, while many of the houses in town were now smoldering coals. The orcs did considerable damage to this settlement, and it was even more worrisome that their threat was not entirely eliminated. Fredericka had a couple of days free in town as her company was healing and gathering strength and resources to pursue their journey North. She resolved to help the town’s recovery in any way she could. 

The sun pierced the clouds overhead, the scent of soot still lingering over the hamlet perched on the cliffs above the rushing river. People milled around, doing business or just wandering, the look of stunned acceptance on some of the faces of the refugees that still trickled in from the farmlands. Corrben headed towards the merchants but spotted the fair hair and familiar figure. He turned on his heel and headed towards her, a tentative smile on his face.