After a few hours of walking, I heard a noise coming from the forest near the road. Only seconds after I unsheathed my sword, then 4 Orcs rushed from the treeline. The leader yelled something in Orcish and the other 3 descended on me. I tried to swing at the nearest orc, but still a bit in shock I missed completely. Lucky as a Elf I heal well, otherwise the few hits they got on me with their scimitars would have left decent scars. Gaining my focus, I connected a solid hit on one with my sword and punched another in his chest cracking his ribs beneath his light leather armour.
Before I could do anything else, 5 Dwarves charged from the same direction the Orcs had appeared. Battleaxes raised and a Warcry carrying them forward. I stood in the middle of the road, bloody sword raised in frozen in awe as these Dwarves took on all 4 Orcs and cut them don till none & nothing remained.
One of the Dwarves, the leader it seemed, approached me introducing himself as Melgus of the Mithral Hall's Clan. I asked him if they minded if I took one of the Orc's javelins, as I didn't have much in way of mid range weaponry. He said it would be fine, then looked me over noticing how much stuff I had strapped onto my pack. He then offered me a bag of holding. It was only small one 250Lbs holding capacity but as they are bigger on inside than outside, it would free up some of my pack space. Melgus saw my Dragon scale hide, and commented on how rare that was to find. After telling him briefly how I had come across it, he mentioned I should visit Mithral Hall to get it worked by their Armourers, known for their fine quality work. As we we talking, 4 more Dwarves arrived with 2 carts. He offered me a place as a travelling companion back to Neverwinter with their hunting party.
