Gisuna

We all quickly gathered, hidden, to watch the scene and decide what our course would be. We watched as one of the men wandered off the side of the hill, seemingly having heard something. When he returned, it was with a man, but not one of their own. 

This man, as we would later come to learn his name, was Ioranir One of the Lossoth, but also known to our company.

We did not stay at the inn for long. Just long enough to make sure the others of the company left and returned as quick as possible to the company house. Amathlan returned to Bree with them, to gather up more bodies. Though we were only scouting, it was best for more of us to be there in case something went wrong.

When they arrived, they'd found the Company vanguard standing amdist piles of dead goblins. Well, most were standing. Altheric had apparently been wounded, along with one or two others. But there were no deaths, which she figured was a lucky thing with so many goblins. A few conversed over the events of the fight, giving Furley details of what went on.

Minas Eriol was a distraction. Yes, the Company was to retrieve the half of our caravan that had been stolen; but to me, it was a distraction. To draw my blade in aimless slaughter, to strike down any goblin stood in my path, that is what I needed.