[Arvedui III]

Rangar looked down at the camp, at the dim fire crackling pleasantly and at the humble bedrolls placed beside a ridiculous tent. Funny. No one seemed to notice he'd gone off by himself. Perhaps because they're all talking to each other He thought, and supposed that was best.The company should get to know one another. Still, all this bonding didn't lighten his mood. He plodded onward through the dark, eventually taking him to the step incline that rose above where they were camped. Rangar didn't need his eyes to get to where he was going, this place was a part of him now, and an unwelcome part of him at that. He sat down on a half rotten log and stretched his legs out. Sure is big, this place. he thought, then shook his head slowly.

Yes. Sure is big, this place, this world. Why couldn't it have just stayed small? Why couldn't I have just stayed away? It's not my place to be here. Both Irony and fate must be amused with me or something, it's not fair. "Nothing in life is ever fair, my friend." Rangar spun around and saw Turthol standing behind him. "Is it that obvious?" Rangar asked blunty. "Only if someone's wasted time traveling with you. Come on down, maybe if we're lucky, that Gondorian, Wren's tent will catch fire before the night's out." "You'd like that." Said Rangar smiling bitterly. "It doesn't do to dwell on the hill." Said Turthol, now suddenly serious and concerned. "It's just a hill. It changes nothing. You have to wait until we get this Seer for that." "Your right." Said Rangar, getting up. "But rest assured, I will be very angsty and sulky if something horrible doesn't happen to Wren's tent before this journey is out." And winking to his friend, Rangar walked back down the hill.

[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]