The party yearns for the tin mines. This place is crawling with Klansmen. Unfortunately, I was not the greatest at moving through the woods and tripped on a root. It resulted in a tree cracking, but something tells me that wasn't the real reason behind them sensing us. At least I am good at preparing for combat.
According to the Halfling, there is a cyclops amongst the Klansmen, just as I feared from before we arrived. And now we must fight.