It was a sweltering afternoon as the scorching sun shined bright up in the sky causing a non stop evaporation of the liquid that had made the grasses and trees wet, a result of the precipitation that had occurred the previous day.

Lord Mordian, prince Elrond, Galrut, Romeo and about twenty five elven soldiers had made up some tents in the bushes that were situated close to the Gorelish border as they laid in wait for Bjorfuran Boldfury to pass through the track that was in between two thick bushes on the right and on the left.

News had gotten to prince Elrond that Bjorfuran had already begun his journey from Hobland and was due to arrive the Gorelish border in about four hours. The information had gotten to him through some goblin spies that served in the Hobland palace as brewers for Bjorfuran and his family however the deposed goblin rulers were aware of the plot to take the minotaurs down and they gave their consent and blessings.

"Lord Mordian is it true that minotaurs are up to