The weather is fair enough, and there are goat trails to follow up and down the Hinterland hill-sides so the marching party of Desmond/Mondes (the two-headed Hobbit), Dorgan (the poisoned Dwarf), Dhren (the Elf) and Ashtad (the archer-woman) make good time north-easterly for half an hour or so.
It's then that they spy ahead a fellow resting in the paltry shade beneath a wiry tree to the side of the track. He looks to be a burly sort, and it's plain that he has spotted the rather unusual "militia" company as they approach. Truth be told there is little else to look at on this forlorn Hinterlands hillside!
Fatalt. Best of luck; your adventure begins... now!
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch