Encounter at Fox Ridge

Sedrin would be walking from the shadowdale woods, crossing the river to fox ridge while whisling on a happy tune.
As he steps on to the grass on the other side, he spots an orc buying supplies from the ranger at the camp.

Instinctly he draws his sword, but a look from the rangers, arrows knocked, he takes a step back. "the two most powerfull wariors are patience and time" he mutters to him self. And rightly enough. After some time the orc is done trading with the ranger, and starts to run off to crossroad.

Seeing his moment, Sedrin charges after it, blade in hand. As he knows the orcs are rather quick at foot, he gulps down a potion of speed, and tries to catch up with it. Followinging it just east of shadowdale, he first lost it from sight. He grabed a wand from his belt, waving it to activate the magic. Suddenly he could see the orc, running north to Fox Ridge again. He ran to cut it off, but the orc turned and ran in the direction of the bandits hideout.

Gulping down yet another potion of speed, he quickly took up the presuit. The orc kept running in the direction of the overgrowth, but at the turn around the bandits wall, he lost it.

Growling in frustration he headed back to shadow dale. "bloody coward orc, and damned the rangers and their neutrality... " he spits. When he arrives at the campfire in town, he shares his story with those willing to listen.