My strangely clothed but very dear companion, Haarland. I rarely notice his quite flamboyant fashion sense anymore – I’ve determined that it must be something Men do for fun. Inelegant, perhaps. I’d like to find him something elven, maybe it would make him happy. Our kind do have the most beautiful, finely crafted accouterments anywhere.
Resting up to go fight orc chieftains or something like that. I dislike the idea of going up against an extremely large orc with the nickname “slaughterer” and his four enormous thugs. Perhaps if we use some sort of tactic where we sneak in and try and get them distracted? Orcs are none too smart.