I, Thom Thomason good scribe and quartermaster was again called before the large brutish fellow to summarize the latest sojourn. He paid me 10 gold to scribe the letter at first then took 3 back saying i would get the second half when i was done. Iattempted to point out to him that half of ten was not three, in kind he offered to point out how easy my head would “ pop offa yer neck sprayin blood like a tic offa dawg”. I then thought it prudent to agree with his math. Here is what he told me: on or about 9 days ago, him, Thag, Manawa, Rhys, Kastor, Amabel and Hamfast, all guild members in good standing did sally forth to head up the river and check on the river tribe in an attempt to see what remained of them. The first days travel was without incident or as he colorfully put it “as boring as a pointy ear( i think he means elf) faimly reunion”. On the eve of the second day, they were approached by 6 “ugly arse, but bigga green skins”. This appears to be a welcoming party to escort thrm to the chief. Thag said he trusted them as much as “ a halflin in a bakeree”. So, they kept seperate camps and traveled together the following day. The next day they met with the chief, Glub Dub and discussed “buncha portant stuff”. As they left and traveled towards home, they were set upon by three large wolves. The wolves attacked while they were sleeping, like “de feckin cowards de was, now dey dead, lika dey oughta be”. He has made it a point to tell me how boring this entire trip was and nothing hardly happened, to the point i think h3 may be holding something back, but i dare not say that.