'No more spies among the clouds, my friend. You have done your part, and I can now turn my attention back to keeping the Eglain fed and watered.

'We had a pen of boars once, poached now by Orcs and spiders in the west and south. Frideric means to make peace and asks such a meagre price to find that peace, but I lied about our stores. They will not hold long, and we need meat and water soon, or we will face famine.

'In the east, along the Road, you will find boars. The boars must be killed for their meat and bellies. Their bellies will make good bladders for water, and the meat will be cured and put aside for our winter stores.'