[Beruthiel]

Santiara sighed in relief, finally the group was moving again. She didn't like the idea of standing around waiting for the hunters to catch up with them. The traps had been set and hopefully would slow the hunters down a bit. Time seemed to slip away like water and every second she turned back towards Nurn in fear of the sound of galloping hoofs.

Santiara did believe that Desolyn's plan would work, she didn't really have much of a choice and she had remained quiet while the everyone else had discussed it. She honestly didn't think they'd have much of a chance if they had simply tried to run away from the hunters.

The slaves were splitting into pairs, Des had gone with Turos and Fionel was talking to Haven. She noticed Dôranna and Lanbriel were still left, meaning one of them would have to run alone.

Thinking it over quickly she walked over to them. "Dôranna, Lanbriel. I don't think I've really introduced myself, I'm Santiara." She said. "We'll be running soon and were supposed to be in pairs but I think we can all run as a three can't we?"

[ May 12, 2003: Message edited by: Beruthiel ]