Dear Diary,

I woke up to the sounds of the birds flying in the sky, while in the distance, the goblins still troubled the serenity of the valley. My dreams were also unpleaseant. Probably, the atmosphere in the valley must be altered by something.

Today, after I had prepared my equipment, I shall push further in the valley and scout tne goblin encampment. Alone, will  be difficult, but I should manage to take care of it, as long as I have my trusty lute with me.

It didn't take long for me to realize that I had supraestimated the creatures. They are far more disorganized, than the orcs. After all they are the lower servants of Anmar.

The encampment is a mess. Goblins run around reckless.  They built their own little factions to fight against each other. There doesn't seem to be any sort of leader around here. The local Chieftain must be hold up in another camp, obviously larger. This camp should be further north-west deeper in the Blue Mountains.

I'll wait until sunset, find provisions, then plan my attack and take over the encampment.