I made my way to the campsite of Candaith, yet another of the rangers under Strider’s leadership.  He explained that he had recently discovered there were more orcs skulking about in the Weather Hills than he had realized.  He wished for me to venture south and create a distraction for them, while he scouts far to the north and assesses the main orcish force.

As he explained this to me, I again marveled at these men and gave silent thanks for their careful stewardship over the land. Without them, we may have already been overrun, and I am glad to lend my aid to them, however small it may be!

We shared the fire and made our plans under the ruin of an old watchtower on a large hill. Those who watched from on high in days prior are no longer, and it is left to men such as these to take their place.

With Light,