You traveled a bit and came upon a group of bandits riding along the road. You followed them at a distance and they led you to what you knew had to be the Stag Lord’s fortress, perched on a hill overlooking the rolling plains you’ve been reconnoitering for days in the cold Gozran drizzle.
Using Pim’s spyglass, you studied the bandits occupying the fort. You became fairly confident that there were 10 or perhaps 12 men walking here and there along the parapets and grounds nearby. While they surveyed the winding approach consistently, they seemed to ignore the other sides of the hill.
A couple of you circumnavigated the fort at a distance, but failed to find an easy way in. Eventually you left the fort and headed into the forest, where you soon encountered a huge troll. Surprisingly, you made fairly quick work of it, thanks to Gloin’s ridiculously lucky crit with this dumb crossbow. Nice shot.
You learned/remembered that trolls are susceptible to fire. N.B.
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