Dear Mother,
Well, tonight I write to you in the company of Orcs! I know for a fact that father would not have approved of this one bit. We went back to the cemetery this morning to try and pick up the trail of that Necromancer guy. We started to go down into the Mausoleum, but when we got down there, we were attacked by more animated skeletons. I am starting to get the hang of this undead thing, and we were able to beat them down before they really did us any lasting damage.
Once we looked around outside, we finally found the tracks heading North towards the Badlands. Aria tracked them all the way to the edge of the Badlands, but wasn’t sure if we should continue to go on, or go a different direction. I tried to use Father’s belt of stone giant strength to talk to the rocks on the side of the road, but I forgot how stupid they were. I asked the rock if it had seen a man with boots go by here recently. He started to tell me his life’s story before I finally just shut him up. I don’t know if father used that ability too much, but I find it really useful most of the time. This time, however, we just ended up following the trail right into the badlands despite the dangers involved.
As we were coming around a bend a few hours into our travel, I started to hear the sounds of grumbling voices coming. I called a halt and Aria recognized the sounds of Orcs talking. I don’t speak orc as you know, so Aria had to do all the translating. It turned out that they were the victims of an ambush a little bit further on, and they said skeletons using bows had attacked them. Aria offered my services to heal them, and I did so. They were nice enough fellows and each gave me a drink from their flasks. One thing is for sure; I need to develop a bit more of a thick stomach like father. One drink and I get tipsy! Anyway, we talked to them for a while, and decided to sleep on it for the night. I had some fun with them, hurling rocks and generally just brawling and having a good time. That dark, shadowy fellow Bron seemed to be doing his thing by making the fire come alive while the Orcs were telling a story around the campfire.
Well, I am getting pretty tired right now, we are supposed to come up on those skeletons that ambushed these orcs tomorrow, and I should get my rest.
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