Osdan Broadanvil pins this notice with a heavy hand. The writing is neat, but the ink presses deep into the page.

Nereza of the Ashen Veil was taken alive during our expedition to the mine south of Last Lantern. The Fleshripper goblins hold her now. Their leader, Wredzezz, has offered a trade: one living orc hunter from the mountains east of the mine, in exchange for Nereza’s safe return.

I will not dress this up as glory or an opportunity for riches. This is a hard bargain made under threat, and one of our friends is in danger.

The orc may be dangerous, but we do not know his story, and I will not call for his death. The task is live capture, careful hands, and clear heads. We have one week before Wredzezz’s promise runs thin.

Those who come should be ready for mountain travel, a confrontation (peaceful or dangerous) with a lonely orc, dark places, and the chance that things will go out of control. Still, Nereza is one of ours. She was left in enemy hands because she risked her own life to save mine.

I mean to bring her home. Alone or with people by my side... This is the least I can do.