After nearly a month on the coast road North, we turned inland. Roads between towns gave way to trails between settlements, gave way to animal paths. We were deep in the high hills before we found our first non-humans: a small tribe of ogres. They were easy to discern from humans with their hairy bodies and their massive jaws and foreheads.
We attacked immediately, of course. Some we killed, but most ran off. Mylthor was wounded but is expected to live. In the morning we will pursue those who escaped. The King expects results, and I will not fail him.