We were enscrampulated into the army and sent Northward to bring back the cleric of St. Cuthbert from the town of Klaatubaradanik-AH-CHOOOO!… Split the party and fought two separate skirmishes, in which two of the paladin’s followers were killed (and a horse! oh god no not a horse! why! why did it have to be a horse!).
Evacuated the entire town when we left I don’t know why. We had a wagon, so it was easy or something. Then we were granted two days leave to go bury our dead, but instead we spent four days and got them raised from the dead like loving caring noble folk, for which they now resent us I don’t know why. (The dice decreed it!)
Oh, and someone gave us 300 arrows. I think we used up around 25 of them. Perhaps not even that many.
And Morgwais picked up a new rider, a paladin named Gil Vihela. He claimed the magical bastard sword from one of our fallen foes. Nuati claimed the four composite longbows we took from some gnolls, but then realised his elven archer followers weren’t strong enough to use them, so he traded them for regular longbows from the army in Rick’s Hold.