"And what of the gnomes did they provide aid?"

 "They did, though I would be willing to part with this one item."

Toot sells Sildar the wand.

 Feldoran sends a message to Thomas with his stone.

"We have the job and will meet you on the northern trail when you are ready."

 "Thank you Feldoran, we will not be long."

The party gather north of town and begin the journey north. (10am)

They travel up to the Troboar Trail without incident before heading east a ways. They make camp that night just north of the trail.

LONG REST

DAY 9 TRIBOAR TRAIL

The party start out at first light and reach the eaves of the forest by midmorning. They enter the woods and follow a trail heading north. 

 Feldoran scouts the way ahead for them.

• Survival 12
• Survival 7
• Survival 21

Shortly after entering the woods the party come across an unusual sight. About sixty feet ahead of them, a wild boar stands in a small clearing. The boar glares at them suspiciously. It's eyes all to intelligent and knowing.

 Feldoran raises his hand for them to halt.

He gives Thomas a questioning look.

 Thomas motions for them to move around the beast.

For some reason the creature makes him feel uneasy.

The party choose to give the beast a wide berth and as they draw level with it, it gives off a loud snort and runs off into the forest.

 "That was no normal boar."

 "Perhaps not." Thomas admits.

"We should be careful."

The remainder of the journey goes quietly with the party making good time. Toward the end of the afternoon they begin to hear the sounds of running water up ahead and the trees begin to clear as they approach a large hunting lodge.

A thin fog surrounds a fortified compound standing in a clearing on the east side of a narrow river. A ten-foot-high log palisade surrounds the compound, whose main building is a two-story stone-and-wood affair with a high-pitched roof, gables, window shutters, and a stone chimney. Attached to the main building is a blocky tower of grey stone, its high roof lined with battlements. Other structures include a two-story stable house and a gatehouse whose flat roof is enclosed by iron railings. A stone bridge spans the river, ending before an oaken door set into the gatehouse’s outer wall. Mounted next to the door is a bell with a short rope hanging from its clapper.

 Toot casts mage hand and rings the bell.

After a moment the gates open and a tall brooding stranger stands there staring at them.

"You are far from the Triboar trail friends."

The man who they suppose must be Falcon wears a fur-lined cloak over his studded leather armour. He stands 6 feet, 6 inches tall, and has black hair and broad shoulders.

 "We are making a delivery to the loggers camp."

He pulls the bottle of wine from his pack and offers it to the man, "Tolben sends his greetings."

 Falcons eyes brighten at the sight of the wine.

"Welcome." he strides forward and takes the wine before leading them into the compound.

“I’ve seen orcs in the woods of late. Ugly brutes. Did you have any trouble?”

 "No thankfully. All we have encountered is a peculiar boar."

 "Peculiar how?"

 "Nothing specific really, it was just..."

 "Pissed off with us.. it looked pissed off. Right?"