<b>The Evermoor Way - 5 hours east of Yartar</b><br/><br/>There was indeed a tree fallen across the road.  Well not exactly fallen as there were no trees nearby, more like cut down, dragged and carried a half league, the roughly placed across a small bridge where the carriage could not easily swerve around it without upending.  The driver was bright enough, barely, to discern something was amiss but turning around such a heavy and ostentatious bit of livery was no small task and he couldn't do it from the driver's seat so he had no option but to stop.  He had barely stood up to climb down from his perch atop the carriage when no fewer than six orcs streamed out from under the bridge.  Soaking wet from the cold water and with ill tempers to match, they quickly surrounded the carriage and driver.  The shaky voice of the driver could be heard from inside the carriage.  "Ah Miss di'Arramont, we have a problem."  It was rather an understatement as the drivers hands went up in surrender, any one of the dangerous looking orcs would have been more than a match for the old man.<br/><br/>The largest and fiercest looking of the<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.kindpng.com/picc/m/187-1879623_orc-transparent-image-d-d-orc-transparent-background.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">orcs</a>, clearly their leader went to the door of the carriage, as the others pulled the old driver from his perch.  Not being particularly skilled at the concept of door latches he skipped the first step of 'turn and pull' and went right for pull.  The carriage swayed with a sudden jerk before the wood splintered around the catch and the door flew open.  The fearsome orc paused for a moment as his eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight to the dim interior of the carriage before his eyes were able to clearly focus on the occupant or occupants of the interior.