Those fucking orcs double crossed. I killed their leader, but the rest swarmed me. Now I'm lying in bed, Feelin like warmed over dog shit and I cant seem to get warm no matter how hard I try. Grayson, to my surprise, set up an expedition to recover me. He brought my damn cousin Rockmin... that was awkward... I always though that when I went out it would be dark, alone, cold, and forever. But it seems like having companions pays off. After my sickness over I need to lean more into the people who have my back...
Digger
5th of Harchment 932