And so our merry group trek on into the wilds following the destructive trail of the giant and his minions. It’s bitterly cold, and I’m here dragging a along more material then I can carry. Would be great if I could get that oaf Tiran to carry some of this, my back aches my feet are frozen and yet here we go, because we are heroes…hah!

A couple of days in we are beset upon by a group of hungry barbarians. Seemingly they just walked right into our camp as no one took third watch. Apparently I’ll need to assign that to some one. Be that as it may, they wanted to take our rations, I told them know but both Sunny of all people, and of course Tiran gave them some of our rations. Apparently they couldn’t deduce that these great Bear Clan warriors were starving for a reason, and so sure let’s give up our few rations.

Be that as it may, we didn’t have to fight them so it turned out well enough. After we told them we’re seeking out the giant to slay him they gave us one of their warrior woman and a dog sled. At least now I can get someone to carry all this gear I took from the corpse of Aden and some treasures. Seems this Verloren lady is rather pleasant looking, perhaps she’d like to be warmed in my tent. Just need that bothersome gnome to give me a nights peace..

Either way, it’s not too likely we’ll survive the next day, so might as well try to enjoy the night.

An old Rhonian expression. “Today I shall drink my wine, for tomorrow I may be without.”

Hmm…perhaps I should go visit Schlomo, no doubt he’ll bless me with some of this ale.

Wytt,