Lanaey kept her eyes around the edges of the tent and didn't try to see what was happening within. So far, none had been alerted to the rescue mission and the Elf would prefer to keep it that way.
Galain kept vigil at the tent edge, crouching in such a way as to look part of the bush he was beside.
Faster than Lanaey expected Laurel and Gorath were exiting the tent and approaching the hidden horse. Galain quickly took the heavy man from Laurel's shoulders and helped his brother hoist Cartil onto the horse.
"We must hurry!!" Laurel hissed up into the trees.
Lanaey motioned for them to go on, keeping watch of the camp. Laurel looked as if she was going to argue with the tree-squating Elf, but looking over at the retreating backs of the other three she decided to follow.
"Do not dwell here long," she whispered before disappearing in the forest herself.
Lanaey stayed in the trees until all sounds of their flight were lost from her fine-tuned ears. Glancing down first, the Elf fell lightly to the ground with a wince.
Right as she turned to leave shouts rang out from the tent and someone cursed. Not waiting any longer she sped from the camp.
~*~
Leena had cried. She really hadn't meant to, but Thagon had meant more to her than she would have ever admitted to herself. She knew that right now she should probably get some sleep or at least rest, but her body and mind didn't agree on what she wanted to do. So, she ended up walking around the house looking into rooms. When ever she saw someone sleeping or being helped by another the priestess simply left to continue her useless wondering.
After near a half hour of this she came to a room that housed someone she knew. It was the young warrior Jesslyn and she looked pale and nervous, but the girl was doing her best to stay put.
When Leena first walked in Jess didn't notice her, but as Leena turned to leave the young madain turned and hailed her.
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