Fighting. We stumbled into a most curious affair, a squad of humans and a dwarf fighting a raiding party of orcs. We had no choice but to defend ourselves against the orcs, since we were stuck in the middle. Lunden was with us this day, fortunately, and we could fight off these animals without any losses. However, the wounds we suffered were deep and numerous, and for once I regretted not choosing the path of the cleric. But if I had, now that I can reflect on the events, none of us would be writing any letters any longer.
The ungrateful band of Triumvir Militia took us under arrest, and the dwarf seems to be under some sort of spell—or he lived with the surfacers for too long—as he wouldn’t recognize a fellow dwarf’s word of honour. To avoid another fight, I had to relent, and give up my hammer. I hope grandfather never hears of this. But I do not see how I could’ve acted any different, without coming to blows.
While we marched to the militia’s camp, we were attacked by some sort of strange creature, part plant, part animal, trying to feed on one of the militia soldiers. Wynne, their apparent leader, was most grateful for our help. He is most unhappy with the current situation, as he didn’t sign up to be part of an invasion, which this excursion of the militia is.
Be that as it may, we have to deal with another threat. The orcs weren’t alone. Indeed, the militia camps seems to be under siege by a strong force of orcs. We can smell their stench far from their camp. We will be discussing what to do soon after I finish this letter to you, my darling child.
See your mother and grandmother well. I hope to return home soon.