Melost had only gone a short way before he realized how foolish he had been. Arthain was his dearest friend, how could he react this way over something so trivial? Before he allowed himself another thought, Melost turned and ran back up the path. Seeing Arthain walking ahead, he called out to him to stop. Melost ran to side and took him by the shoulders. "Arthain, forgive me! My mind has been so consumed by dark thoughts and imaginings that I have forgotten that you and Dorlas are adrift here." Arthain covered Melost's hand with his own. "We both have too much on our minds, think more no more about it."
The Elf stood back and sighed heavily. "I am relieved, for to lose your friendship on the eve of war would break me." Arthain looked at him in surprise. "Why do you say that? What difference could it possibly make?" "What differnece say you? A warrior wants a friend at his back in battle and yes, I know I have Thelian who is normally like my own shadow. But how can than that compare? You and I, we have fought and laughed together for many years now and I would find it unsettling not to have you at my side."
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