Strength of Arms

Why is it men can never see beyond the end of their own nose? They're too infernally concentrated on the kill, blazing a trail straight toward the quarry instead of exploring other ways of getting the job done. Now I've a proposition for you, |n. Don't look so hopeful, work before reward! We've no way to scare up recruits out here; those Trovolek peasants are mad for their forest god. If we're to recover that Stone everyone's so keen for we'll need the manpower to do it! I know it's distasteful to save those who went and got themselves wounded in battle, but I'd be very, very grateful.

Wade through the combat taking place in Plaguewood Thicket along the north road, and fend off Plaguewood Trolls to give the wounded Raven Host a chance to retreat to the camp. Return to Lady Antonia in Trovolek when done.