[Amanaduial the archer]

Fionel handed each of the women one of the spears Rhunnaro had handed her. They marvelled over them almost, handling them carefully, balancing them up. The slave girl realised that Rhunnaro had made the right choice giving out the long light spears- none of the slaves had had much practise with any sort of weapon, and these were quite easy to handle. Fionel knew a little of weapons of this type, having helped Ekatran and his oldest of two sons practise with ones similar to these. She weighed this one up her right hand, bringing it ever so slightly backwards and forwards very slightly, then jabbed it forward, letting herself drop forward, one leg stretched forward, leaning on the other.

Examining it, she was impressed, and saw Rhunnaro watching them, appraisal in his eyes, although they were far away. She smiled, and he blinked and came back to reality, smiling slightly although his face was still dark.

A scream rent the air. A long, drawn out scream, like a man in complete agony, in the direction they had come from. Fionel gasped not able to stop herself, and the others also jumped. The eerie sound was like an animal in pain, and it didnt sound quite human, that was what made the others react. Fionel felt a shiver run down her body for another reason. If they hadnt done it, she might have.

"Rhunnaro," She called. He looked up from his thoughts once more. "We are ready, and we should go- we need to go."

He nodded. "Aye. Onwards, then."