Roven stumbled through the trees to run headlong into the Lady Laurel. Her sword brandished, she looked a terrible sight. He stumbled to his knees in wonder
'She said you would be here! Praise the Vali! The forest is very close Milady! The village is waiting for ye!'
The dawn had just begun, and Laurel slowly realised how long she had been in the grove. Numbly she nodded and headed back to camp.
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Taralphiel sat, waiting for her messanger to return. A young girl came with some herbal tea. Stooping low, the girls face was hidden from her site. Taralphiel slowly reached out her old hand and lifted the girls chin. Her eyes were masked. She waved her off cautiously, then mused to herself 'I must be wary of her' At that the messenger ran in, and panted out that Lady Laurel was coming soon.
Taralphiel eased herself out of her chair and moved towards the threshhold of her house as she heard hooves pound in the distance...
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