Baranthol looked suspiciously at the Dwarf. He drew his sword out with his left hand because the right was badly injured. He could feel the blood leaking and staining the cloth his wound was wrapped in.
He has rarely seen any Dwarves in his life and he wasn't sure whether they could trust this one. Did the dwarf say something about "assistance". Well, he sure needed some. The riders should decide fast.
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Huonya harya vanyë heni yassen sila i eleni! :)
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