Flintbrand Log #8
The following is scrawled in Dwarvish on a page in a leather-bound journal, fitted inbetween sketches of maps and animal anatomy, pressed herbs and other entries that are scribbled out.
Got ambushed by orcs on the road to Menethil Harbour. I have to admit, it was much easier when they were trying to rip my throat out.
Took some time off fishing here at the harbour. It's much quieter up here. They complain of recent activity from the orcs in the east, the ones that ambushed me on the road. I told them of the ones I shot on the way down, they seemed happy enough and didn't ask me to go out and kill more.
After that I did some hunting of the crocs and raptors. They got an abandoned dig site here full of the bastards. The raptors, that is. Vicious things, Kuma ran into a problem fighting them off.
Been doing alot of thinking lately. Doesn't seem like I'm gonna be able to get around this killing thing. Read some of my ancestor's journals, and I think he had a good point in them. I'm not killing for fun or for sport here, I'm doing it to save other people's lives. If I had run away from those orcs, they would've attacked a caravan and killed. Or in Lakeshire, they would've done some more raids on the town. I don't think I'll ever enjoy it, but I think I can handle the greater good.
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