The Bandits Of Fargon I

Written at the dawn of the 15th day of the 9th month, 250
 
Allow me to catch you up on my journey, reader.
 
On this most beautiful day, the 15th of the 9th month, I am setting off with a Morknar and a Human to the town of Fargon. It's a mining village in the Sun Mountains, and a band of raiders came through, scared everyone, broke the mining gear... and so on. I didn't entirely pay attention—the Morknar did, and they don't forget anything.
 
Fedaggio Glen Fiagris, speaking on behalf of Gati Glen Vertos (the Vertos are a noble family, for those keeping track) informed us that they need us to go to Fargon, oversee the unblocking of the mines, fix the equipment, and recon the position of the raiders... maybe knock some heads if needed.
 
Payment: We get to keep the dlintiarnas we've been given for the job, we get paid, and there's eyes on us in case we do a particularly good job.
 
Longshort—I get to be a hero.
 
Oh and the human and morknar as well, I suppose.