Another delve, another triumph. We revisited the Blue Knees chieftain's secret room, only to trigger the alarm mechanism on the other side of secret doors.
Unimpeded, I chopped down wooden doors that—as we soon found out—lead to the chieftain of another orc clan. These ones had an axe squirting water as their symbol. They were right in squirting part, but alas, it was their blood and not water that we spilled.
Nineteen orcs later and we had another cleared system of caves. Unfortunately, these lot seemed quite poor in contrast to their neighbours. There were few items of interest, though.
Chieftain wore an ornate plate mail that looked far too good for an orc. He must've taken it off some poor soul. He also had a magical hand axe. Asher took notice of a barrel of fine wine, which almost costed us our lives.
During our return to the Yeoldelands keep, we were ambushed by three humanoids hiding in the trees. They demanded our horses, and were quite assertive about it. Asher and Alf tried to parley, but I had little patience for it.
We tried to outrun them, but one managed to jump Alf, while other landed on Artzua. Both of them were naked. I beheaded Alf's partner—and he transformed to a large feline creature. Are lycantrhopes now moving into this accursed forest?
They were newcomers—if we are to trust their words. Either way, I managed to make another enemy-for-life, as that naked lassie seemed quite distressed with the death of the naked lad.
Koko and his crew proved most courageous in their brisk retreat.
Castellan was once more grateful for our services.