DAY ONE

The apprentice and I have arrived in Coldridge Valley today. The trip through the cave was mostly uneventful. We made camp a good distance away from the cave we're told the trolls have gathered in.

DAY TWO

Bloody wolf howling almost kept me up all night.

I will have new wolfhide clothing in a few days.

The lad got tangled up with a trogg today, put up a fight, and

managed to get the better of the ugly brute, but he's now nursing a nasty cut on his arm. Looks like I'll have to do the chores for a while. DAY THREE Cold. Snowed a bit around noon. DAY FOUR The lad was back and in good spirits today, so we took our first look at the trolls. Frostmane, I'd say, judging by the markings on their skin and the various trinkets they wore on their bodies.

DAY FIVE Had the lad watch over the camp and I snuck over to the cave and took a look around. The trolls' numbers are somewhat troublesome. The Mountaineers might have to be summoned in force if the cave is to be cleared of the troll infestation. I realize I have not mentioned the troggs of late. They appear in the area in greater numbers, but they are so primitive that they do not pose much of a threat. Time may say if this is true or not.

And not a drop of ale for almost a week now. DAY SIX Cold again. Snows. Trolls. No ale. DAY SEVEN Snow below so white, Sky above so blue, Wolves will howl the night, Not a drop of brew. DAY EIGHT The trolls are perhaps not as large a problem as we initially thought. They have some

numbers but are not well armed or organized. A small show of force should be more than adequate in dealing with the threat they pose.