The Journey: Lone-Lands

We have departed from Bree, much to Angollon's happiness, and have set forth to the Lone-lands. We have often traveled through here, simply sticking to the road, not intending to step off it or let our curiosity consume us and led us to adventure and most likely death. However we have heard news of Half-orcs and Dourhands skulking. We had they had took up in stealing from the dead, taking their rewards which hard work and life had given them. But now the dead walk, seeking to protect their treasures from anyone foolish to attempt to steal from them. I have been speculating that the Half-orcs have been working with the Dourhands, as rumors as it that a ugly, lynx-eyed man was watching us when we had arrived, then spoke with a Dwarf in the back rooms. They were speaking silently, but I overheard they will speaking of a ambush upon a caravan, however it could not be possible if they knew to ambush our caravan while we were in the Shire, unless we have a spy in our midst, or simply I am being paranoid, only time can tell. We are slowly heading Ost Guruth, I intent for us to stay there for at least three days, so that we may figure this out, or gain some light upon it.