Arthain was snoring loudly, when suddenly he felt someone nudge his shoulder. His eyes flew open as his hand closed around the dagger at his side. He looked up to see Melost laughing silently, and he growled, "Have you lost your mind? What are you doing here?" Melost crouched down beside him. "Not quite the greeting I expected! I have been given an errand on behalf of our lords and my king has given me leave to choose a companion to ride with us. Interested? Or shall I look elsewhere for a guard?" In an instant, Arthain was on his feet. "You wouldn't dare!" he said, pulling on his clothes. "Dorlas! Where is that useless squire of mine?" Melost retreated outside the tent while Arthain made ready and went in search of his horse.
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