Bolin had been in Bree for over a week working for the local Blacksmith by day and staying in the Prancing pony at night where he was able to gather rumors of the strange goings on in the region. Working for the smith was good cover but some of the locals remembered him previous visits to the village but he had never stayed this long and they were starting to grow suspicious of him especially as two days after he had arrived came word than something or someone had attacked and destroyed some of the farms to the Northeast.

After a long day in the village forge making horse shoes and plough blades for the villagers Bolin made his way to the Inn. As he entered he was greeted by the landlord on his way to his room to get cleaned up. After returning to the Common room he ordered a pint of there best Mead, some bread and cheese from the young hobbit who was working the bar while he waited for the Inn keeper to cook the nights meal, making his way over to the corner he had adopted he sat at a table and looked around the room seeing a few new faces in the room he hoped he would be able to hear something new tonight which would help him discover if the rumors were true and where to investigate.

Bolin only heard the Occasional word from the Elf on the other side of the room but it seemed they were on a similar mission but he was going to be careful it wouldn't be the first time the enemy had set a trap for him. he ate his meal in silence, glad too have his Mithril Dagger hidden at his back. he was looking round the room ready for the first sign of trouble

The presence of Fendalf eased his mind he new no agents of the enemy would ever meet him. he tried to keep the group under casual observation but he knew he had blown it when the elf approached his table and stabbed the table with a dagger which he instantly recognized as being wood elf in orgin.

he followed her back to her table and introduced himself. "Bolin at your service." he sat himself down and looked round the group. "You said something about Uthrac one eye leading an attack on Fornost. I didn't think they had enough numbers here to attack a village like it"

"If they are on the move they will be easier to track but if i know he will be looking for me wanting revenge for his brother and eye." Looking at the Two dwarves. "if i were you i'd go easy on the Ale as i don't want to have to rely on drunks if it comes to a fight. turning to the hobbit "I trust our friends in the shire are alert to the dangers as I can think of no better place to attack than the shire in revenge for the destroying of the one ring.

"If you will excuse me for a moment." Bolin rose from the table and went to his room were he put on his armor and weapons. before returning with a pair of Ravens. Bolin was armed to the teeth with axes daggers sword and shield along with a pouch contain flash flames and smoke bombs. his armor glowed in the light of the fire in the common room. now that he had changed he seemed to have grown taller. he armor was magnificent revealing to his companions at the table that he was a dwarf of high standing at the very least. We should send word to our friends about the Orcs

At that very moment a Group of 50 Orcs led by uthrac were making there way south towards bree along the greenway they moved through the forest with as much stealth as they could muster they closed in on the northern gate keeping to the edge of the tree line as they waited for another group to launch an attack on the eastern gate.