Re: Scourge of the Silver Marches
Bolm grinning, takes the offered flask, and downs a long swig before returning it to the dwarf. "Good stuff!"
After traveling along a rough, poorly beaten road for the better part of the remaining day, Bolm speaking to everyone in his loud booming voice, Aramil, who had been leading about 20 paces ahead, holds up a hand, signaling a stop. Trex moves up to speak with him, and after a brief quiet exchange, he rejoins the rest of the group, and whispers; "Orcs lie in ambush ahead, Aramil counts less than a dozen of the beasts. He believes they know we're coming, but not how many of us there are."
(If your character ever finds something that everyone else missed, I'll send it to you via a M labelled "you found..." or somesuch. This time the elf found it before any of you even had to roll. It's been about 8 hours of travel, it's currently almost dusk.)