Today we starter our journey, everyone was at the meeting point at the designated hour, we waited for some minutes more for any late arrivals and we started the trip. We moved slowly and carefully, the night was thick and it was cold. The wolves kept us company from inside Far Chetwood, by singing the melodies of the night, yet none dared to attack. It was obvious that they were uneasy. An uneasiness caused from something that I do not know, but I can tell that it wasn't presence to blame.
We kept North, always out of the main path, to be unseen as much as possible, yet a company of thirteen isn't easy to remain hidden. Men and women, Elves and a Hobbit traveling together. The trip was safe and we made it near the lake at Nen Harn. There we camped upon the high ground which overlooks the surroundings. We rested and ate a little...
Until a volley of arrows was fired upon us, most of us were lucky to see them in time and avoid getting hit. Fengdiel was the unlucky one and got an arrow to her leg. From the far edge of the high ground seven brigands ascended and fought us. Only seven... Makes me wonder, were they sent to scare and deter us from continuing or it was a random attack to the traveling folk?! Whatever it was we slew them, after searching them I found nothing that would betray a cause, yet one cannot be sure...
Now we are camping further, on the path, in between the traps that Rogue, Cisel, Aeonid, and Milada have set. It's safe from attacks here, yet two Rangers found us, one of them was called Duath he said. They seemed quite aggressive, willing to defend a barren land that's resided only by rocs. Fortunately they had more sense than most I have seen and I revealed to them part of our goal. They are Rangers and they ought to keep their eyes open, moreso know that this threat is grave... Too grave...
I need to rest now, my watch is coming to an end and soon we'll move again, into hostile lands this time...
