*The following letter seems to be unsent... Or undelivered... So it remains in the diary of the Bear Man for now...*
I'm sorry Arindiis...
I arrived too late, and acted too early, if it was not for my outright obsession for my work perhaps your quaint little camp by the lake in the Far Chetwood would still be undisturbed and you would still be free to roam peacefully in those woods...
But nay. It was not to be. The Goblins attacked without warning, I arrived to the sight of desolation and torn equipment, The Goblins stole whatever they thought was valuable and burned everything else...
After we embarked into the Weather Hills I fear we only enraged the Goblins even more, while we succeeded in defeating their leaders, the cruel Half Orcs from the Southern lands and scattered the Goblins with fear and dismay, they were not defeated or broken entirely. It was as I predicted, one among their number had risen to command and somehow managed to reunite the old tribes of the Tarkrip Goblins together to launch an assault...
Why did I not strike whilst the iron was hot? Why did I not finish the job? If I did perhaps things would be different, perhaps you would not have been assailed by those bloodthirsty bastards...
I can only hope that you find somewhere secure and well hidden, the ruins atop Starmere seems a sensible choice, and though it is indeed a fair distance from the town of Bree, I am confident it shall be comfortable enough and most importantly secure enough for you.
Arindiis... My friend, you are resilient, strong and perhaps the kindest person I've ever met. Even now as I prepare to embark to the lands of Evendim in the North, my thoughts go out to you... I cannot help but worry how alone you may feel, how vulnerable you may still be... You didn't deserve this. I promise to you that I shall take vengeance and reclaim your old camp... Perhaps together we shall retake your camp for good and cleanse the forest from these invading scum. But for now we must make do with what we have. We must bide our time and not charge blindly to our deaths... Goblins are by nature cowards but their numbers were far greater than even I could have predicted.
I can still remember that night as we fled from the mob... At least two score and ten Goblins I had counted as we hid in silence in the bracken. I would reckon there are far more than that lurking in the more wilder and darker places of the North... If you venture onwards take heed. I fear great evil stirs these Goblins to anger, you will do well to keep an axe by you at all times.
But you are not without allies or friends here. Ealstan may offer practical equipment, I place that man in high regard, he is wiser than he may seem...
And if you still trust her, Dalfura may be able to lend an extra hand in preparations...
If you head into the North Downs, be alert, I have begun hearing rumors and cautious whispers of Orcs regrouping in the bleak valley of the Nan Wathren, pass attacking locals. If Trestlebridge is already beginning to struggle under the attacks, I fear it will take more than just The Watch and local guards to put an end to it.
We may be seeing each other again sooner than we may think. If The Dawn shall lend their aid to the defence of Trestlebridge then perhaps you too can lend a helping hand or claw to the defence. Though I would never put you in danger, you will be free to head back to the safety of Bree... However, I must warn you... Dark things stir in the North and if Trestlebridge falls I fear Bree shall be next. Things will not be so easy here on out.
