It’s been nearly a a full week since I set out from Cronnenberg on my travels at the request of Lady Blizlip. By the luck of the Lady I happened across a human settlement. At first they seemed ill equipped to travel the desert the way they are, but sheer necessity has forced them to become nomads, at least until they can find another Oasis and form a new settlement. They’re methods are odd, but they were kind enough to allow Tofty and I shelter in their central tent. While not the glamorous accommodations of Cronnenberg, it’s fair better than being blasted by sand throughout the night.
During my stay at the makeshift village, a group of raiders attacked the settlement from the east. Tofty charged them nobly, as expected, and their fear of my lance showed as they kept fleeing towards the human creatures and dying at their hands rather than mine. One human in particular stood out as a formidable warrior. Many of the raiders died in his presence. Surely he stands above the rest of his counterparts.
Two raiders were even so cowardly as try and avoid combat by approaching from the south western edge towards the Human Oracles tent, attempting to avoid the fight all together. Why the raiders would be interested in this feeble human is beyond my understanding, but my oath is to protect. As my lance found the chest of the first raider, his counterpart fled back into the desert.
A few horses were caught as the raiders were cut down. Perhaps these can be of use to the settlement.