Mynna

The day began as every other day had since a few years back now for Cenwynne, with work but since the winter had come and gone, the work was beginning to clear up as the work orders were finished, deliveries were made and with the summer fast approaching  he felt that he could take  a day off. So into Bree he rode and went to the Inn of the Prancing Pony for a drink and a few laughs before he left it, walking around in town to see if he could snap up any ideas or supplies for his work.

"Father! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Fengdiel woke with a jolt and a gulp as she sat up right in her tent in Ost Guruth, breathing fast and hard as one does when they wake up from a nightmare, her words still echoing in her mind as she rummaged through her pack to find the leather bound book that is her diary and began to write in it.

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.