LR 3.08.096 {p} They camped beside northward.

3.08.092 There was an sky.
3.08.093 ‘What do you burning.’
3.08.094 ‘There is ever dry.’
3.08.095 ‘Maybe he is,’ can.’
3.08.096 They camped beside northward.
3.08.097 ‘Stay where you by!’
3.08.098 A mist gathered arms.
3.08.099 Away south upon Orcs.
3.08.100 The king and done.