Rustling

I have returned to the edge of the Great Mountains. Our troops seem to be in good spirits, for although we are still awaiting a battle, we are well fed and entertained.

However Scairle, a farmer from the plains near Midmarch, has reported that his cattle are beginning to disappear in large numbers. He says that this is going to cause meat shortages for our troops. This is an uneeded distraction as we try and focus on the weeks ahead.

Tomepicker is not happy at the possible reduction in meat rations. He looks disgusted. I hope no one upsets him at the moment.