Fateless Wanderers

Hilfar was buried in paper work in the DFTC office in Othrikar. While he was half-way working on a mining record, there was a knock on the door. "Enter" Hilfar uttered solemnly. The Othrikar guard captain walked in and bowed slightly "Master Hilfar, bad news I'm afraid". Hilfar laid down his quill, and looked at him with a worried expression.

Taskmaster Fulzog of Gurzum looked out over the empty outpost. The fighters have left and he was left behind with the second grade wimps to defend the camp. It was of little matter to the old orc though as after today, he and his tribe would become legends in the songs and tales of all orc-kind.

The rain fell hard on Grizbub's cloak. If it rains in Bree, it pours. Was at least better than snow, Grizbub thought to himself. The shrouded figure walked up the scholar's stairs, just before the falling of the evening. On the higher level he was met by a woman who kept a watchful eye over her children playing in a puddle in front of their door. Like the good housewife that she was, the little missy hushed her children inside quickly before she closed the door herself. Not that Grizbub wasn't used to it by now.

It has been quite a long day. 
We left just after dusk yesterday and went along the road of Chetwood towards the northern Weatherhills.
The mission is simple. Find out what information you can find about the staff in Ost Alagos, avoid combat and keep one another safe.
I set off my journey with four companions.