Filthy little urchin!
I suppose I ought to start at the beginning of this mess. My first mistake may have been letting our best woodsman go off to scout alone. I hope he’s getting a good look at the half-Orc camps and these supposed giant cherry hops, as he completely overlooked the badgers prowling around the edges of our camp!
That’s not fair, my real first mistake was letting this grubby halfling, Roscoe, travel with us. Though, I must admit, he fared much better than the wood elf Erdan in dealing with those infernal creatures. One of the badgers took out Erdan’s legs within seconds of crashing from the underbrush. He hit his head during the fall and I thought that we may have lost our spineless ally, though it’s not clear how much of a loss that would’ve been.
Roscoe did better, I could swear he knew the badgers were coming. He appears to know how to control magic, or at least sickness. Perhaps that’s not surprising for so depraved a creature. His spells, along with one small burst of my power, were sufficient to deal with the badger’s, which now lay dead along the path.
As soon as the threat was handled Roscoe was no longer of any use at all. He actually slept as I stabilized Erdan! Fortunately, Erdan was able to recover with my help, he’s resting comfortably now as we await Clancy’s return.
Of course, the little rascal did manage to draw a ridiculous mustache onto the wood elf before he awoke. I haven’t told him yet, we’ll see if our sharp eyed scout can tell the difference when he returns. That is, if he returns.