The last fort night has been a real hoot. Who would of thought that a little caravan out of Anmar would see some of the most action Ive ever seen. We've saved a small village from a river ogre and its minions, pillaged an ancient tome and killed a clan of hobs an their cheif'tin. Know this merchant lord Wheydon wants us to assassinate a sheik. How lucky can a dwarf get?
An the lads Ive been traveling with are a good lot bit off though. Arren is one of the bravest swordsmen I've seen in all my years. Hes a fine example of what man can do. Geldazar is a very interesting half-orc, He follows Gelldanear. A more devout and giving orc there will never be. Pour sod seems to have some kind a wasting disease. An then there's Idwel, he has some of the most potent sorcery I've ever encountered. Bit uppity but that's mages. Him and his bird give me a bad feeling though, I'd swear I've heard them talking on a couple of nights and that damdible bird seems to always be watching me. Mocking me with those dam eyes!
Well better get some rest the desert is harsh and unforgiving.
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