The Frost Trolls, so large that the valleys were formed by their foot prints, were not a match for our band of Warriors! Each Troll-Breath is filled with a storm of snow with flakes the size of horses. But this was not enough to scare off the Ned-Band! We cut through the Frost Trolls like a ship cuts through the waves! But the blizzard storm that they breathed into being continues! The air is snow-filled and our band continues to trudge up the perilous hills. The only road to Wise-Warriors Hall is the one the locals call “The Twenty-One.” Looking out on this road we see nothing but snow and behind us yet more snow.
Today, onne of the members of the band, the one I like to call Small Fry, yelled out! “A rider!” Small Fry has keen sight, for I did not notice anyone! Small Fry will be rewarded with an extra leg of meat! This rider must cross the distance to us! Small Fry believes that he may have been carrying the Messenger's Banner, which would mean the King knows of our coming, and that means hot meat and cold Ale! More on this in the future fellow warriors!