The evening was a lot more uncomfortable: they were huddled in the shelter of a few large rocks, with a tarpaulin weighted and tied above them as best they could: at least it let them keep the fire alight. Around them the rain bucketed down: but at least there seemed to be no physical danger.
After they had returned to their camp in the barrow entrance they had been attacked by a handful of goblins – easily dealt with but one managed to flee. They had thought no more about it until they had ben attacked on the road by four more orcs, and half a dozen goblins. presumably these were the allies of the tomb robbers they had encountered. After the previous nights escapades, the group were in no mood for more of this, and the spells of Rhistal and Straya evened the odds considerably: only one goblin escaped. Perrin was sure it was the one that had run away previously.
Tomorrrow night would be better: with any luck they would reach Daggerford. An Inn. Warmth. Safety. And an escape from the unceasing rain.