Orcs in the North
We had heard of stirrings of evil north of Bree for quite some time now, and it was my duty as a loyal Ranger of the North to investigate this threat. To have an enemy of this kind so close to the town of Bree was unheard of, at least for many a year.
(Greywolf engaging the enemy at the Greenway Fort)
My suspicions were confirmed, however, when travelling to the Greenway Fort just north of my friends cabin, Saeradan, where I had been staying for the last day and evening.
I was not alone that evening when we fought and pinned back the enemy. I was joined in battle by another, whom seemed to handle himself well, and took the fight to the orcs with a ferocity born from hatred of their kind.
It was just as well that evening that I had a friend with me for I were largely outnumbered. I owe this man my life.
Upon returning to Saeradan to give news of our victory I would find out that he were another of our kind, another ranger, another whose heritage were that of the Dunedáin.
(The stranger at Saeradan's Cabin)
I must make it my business to find out whom he his, and what his purpose is. I will not rest now until we root all evil, and with the help of this man, we may restore peace to our beautiful lands....
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