Rkindaleft's Council of Chiefs

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Day 15 We chiefs have met for many days. Our enemy waits on the outside, but we do not know what waits within, only that food runs low.

The devices in this ruin begin to cool. The ice will form again before long, locking us behind walls thicker than Orsinium before its fall.

The question is: leave, or venture further in?

Day 17 At long last, we decided to send a scout. We shall see if anything lies on the other side of this ruin.

Day 18 The scout returned. He reports a valley, warmed by these Dwarven contraptions, and rich in game for slaughter.

The other chiefs are eager to believe his reports, though I am skeptical. From the way the scout talks, he has found Hircine's own hunting grounds.

Day 19 We held a vote. I cast mine for a valorous end in battle, to avenge the dead of Orsinium, to redress the betrayal of Baloth Bloodtusk.

But the scout's hyperbole carried the day. We move further in.