…made our own camp just outside the encampment of the army amassing around the tower. For several days we sat and we watched, as more giants arrived to join the amassing army.

Observation confirmed that which we had begun to suspect: those who were entering into Mokmurian’s service appeared to be young, perhaps the equivalent of the age at which most human adolescents begin to rebel. It makes a great deal of sense. They are strong, healthy, passionate, and…easily swayed and influenced, something they seem to have in common with human recruits and soldiers. (It’s funny that I do not think of myself as young anymore even though I am not much older than I was when joined the guard back home. A lot has changed since then.)

The more we watch Jorgenfist, the more concerned I become that we are in over our heads. We are isolated, far from home, and surrounded by hundreds of stone giant soldiers which are formidable even untrained. Harpies patrol the skies. A red dragon, quite possibly the same one that we encountered in Sandpoint– we certainly hope it is, for having two dragons in between us and Mokmurian is a very unpleasant thought– appears to live in a cave on the northern edge of the valley. And at night we have seen three more dragon-like beasts that our casters believe to be wyverns hunting for prey.

A frontal assault is obviously out of the question. Having had enough of this, and growing more concerned that we may be discovered the longer we stay at the edge of the valley, we are moving out tomorrow to the ravines east of the tower. It’s probably too much to ask that there be some sort of back entrance that is unguarded, but plenty of these hills have caves and that suggests that there could be a network of caverns underneath us. If we are lucky, that will turn out to be the case, and if we are luckier still one might…