A Battle of the Mind

We set off in the morning after quite the night, and headed further into the dark reaches of the forest. Cursed land. The one thing that comforted me was the reassurance of knowing that there were no more owlbears to be fought 0n the way. Two of them was quite enough for one forestdive.
 
A bit further along the path forged by the ogre we suddenly heard the porling of water. Great news! The party stopped to investigate an old corpse by the path, trying to figure out a piece of paper. I gave no regards to their investigation and promptly headed towards the blessed water. Arriving by a small, but deep and swift river, I at once set towards the banks to investigate the water. I never reached the porling stream, because I was interrupted by a large and foulsmelling troll climbing up the river bank. This troll challenged us to a game of riddles to get the so called right to cross his bridge. The bridge, i noticed, was naught more than a shoddy-looking contraption of rope and plank. The game of riddles went on far into the evening. The troll repeatedly talked about a so-called mistress who had appearently given him the quite unthankful job of guarding the river. The troll must have thought us unable to answer riddles, because when we all partook in this battle of minds and won, the troll simply cut down the rope holding the bridge upright.
 
Of course, the troll could not have imagined a seasoned sailor coming to his river. With a stone fastened to my rope, i skillfully caught and hoisted the bridge back up to the bank, allowing us to cross. Of course, as is tradition, i sacrificed one rope to the river.
Charging ahead, we soon happened upon what could only be the lair of the goblins. Intent to end this as quickly as possible, I presented the idea to charge immediately. I do respect the battle prowess of the mercenary, but these are goblins and when threatened they do what goblins do best - they scatter. They will not in any way shape or form appear tactically on the field, which also makes it impossible to counter-plan. However, she was set in her meaning that the threat was to be drawn out and defeated in the forest. A deft plan, but unneccesary. I chose not to argue though, and left it to her to figure the plan out and point me in the direction that I should charge. I instead chose to gather strength for the battles to come. Tomorrow we fight.