These are memos kept in a journal of the wandering elf Rechra as he seeks to uphold the side of good in order to aid the balance of these lands
"It has only been a short time since I have first arrived in the town of Hlint, but already I can see why father suggested I come to this part of the world. The people here seem to have little order about them. The postmaster wont even deliver his own letters, always meandering about the trade house. Even the town guard seems diminished, what with two soldiers working their shifts. I couldnt believe my eyes when I found goblins lurking about in the caves nearby. Such a plague should have been dealt with long ago...but no matter how many I kill ten return in their place. This is something I will have to look into further.
On another note I stumbled upon a group of ogres in the forest. I hid within a small thicket and watched them go about their day. I saw how they eat, sleep, even learning the signs of their walk. The habitat they live in is wretched but easily spottable. Small for giants, but giants none the less and as father has said before they all share similar traits. Im beginning to grasp the weak spots on their skin. When finally I stepped from the thicket I knew exactly where to hit and how. You taught me well father, you taught me well."
