Another day as usual in Bree passes; rain hammered against the street and windows while the mud paths of the town got ever more sludgier. Signs were banging against walls as the wind blew down from the north, one of these read 'Arrowwood's Store', once the shop of Tadforth Greenhand.
In the top level of this store, was Arrowwood, sitting at a table as he flicked through a book whilst marking other things down on a map. A map of the Shire that had been covered in 'x' and 'o' in certain places, especially in Green-Hill Country. His eyes then darted to a small sheet of paper, filled with numbers and words like rations, weapons and armour and only low numbers next to them. A brief frown appeared before he stood up, shouting down the steps to ready his horse as he readied himself.
At the stables stood a black horse, not the best of horses like the grand stallion Greenhand rode into the night close to a week back, but a Bree horse. Pulling a hood upon his head to stop the rain from hitting him, Uan climbed into the saddle and walked the horse through the streets of Bree until they came to the South Gate, from there on it was a canter to the Lone-Lands, passed the Forsaken Inn and following a barely used dirt track, following behind him on other horses were four men in rags and armed with clubs; all with a sour look on their face as they were being guided out at this hour.
The orange glow of torches came into view in the darkness as the group came to the top of another hill, speaking to the four men following him:
"There we are, boys. Ost Alagos.. one of our camps, the things in here.. they are not pretty, keep your stomachs in and your nose closed.” Uan spoke out to the group, a small chuckle following before he spurred his horse on again.
As they rode up the hill, a squint-eyed man with a bow and an orc came down the hill, one letting out grunts while the other spoke much alike the grunting.
"Oi! Who are you and what do you want? If you don't answer quick, this here arrow will go straight through your throat!” The half-orc barked out with a vile laughter following, though the only reaction he got was the lowering of a hood.
"I am Arrowwood.. your boss! Tadforth Greenhand, the old man, has gone and left me in charge! So that means I am in charge of you lot! SO! Listen up, get your captain here before my men here show you what its like to have arrows straight through your throat!” Uan shouted to the two, who looked at each other before nodding and lowering their weapons. They slowly backed away into the camp, leading the group towards the captain of the encampment..
