[Arvedui III]

Horns. Rangar without even thinking was on his feet. They has returned. He'd feared it. Struggling to see through the blackness he could make a swarms of wild men, quickly engulfing the camp. Already the others were fighting, so Rangar felt almost at ease as he drew his sword and deftly sidestepped a man lunging toward him. Rangar began striding around the camp, slashing and jabbing at the innumerable wild men as he went. He felt something lean against his back and heard Turthol's voice. "How the hell did they find us." He called over the din of battle. "They're looking for me." Rangar said, almost casually as though it was completely ordinary to be tracked down and attacked by wild men. The strangest part was he did not know or understand why he was suddenly so at ease. "What!? Why?" Turthol's reaction was very different.

Clang. Both Rangar and Turthol turned sharply and saw Bregand hit the ground. Rage flared inside Rangar. It was one thing attack skilled warriors, and another to attack an innocent boy. Abandoning his back to back stance with Turthol, Rangar rushed several wild men before getting to Bregand. Tareth was trying vainly to rouse him. "Get him out of here, Tareth!" Rangar barked. The blacksmith nodded and grabbing Bregand, made for the road just due east of the clearing. With renewed fury Rangar attacked the still dense group of wild men.

They fought for seemed like an eternity, making Rangar's arms sore. Then, another horn blew and the wild men retreated once more. "Everyone ok?" Rangar called. After numerous assents, Camalita went around checking that they all were seemingly in one piece. "What now?" Ravenne asked. Rangar stood in thought for a moment. We can't stay here. But then, where can we stay? He sighed. There were no answers, and certainly not enough information to make a good decision. "Let's get back to the road. Tareth and Bregand are there." They all nodded and Rangar was glad of it. At least they trust his judgment, even if they didn't trust him. Especially those who'd heard the conversation he had with the man in the fog. The same thought kept soming to his mind.

Why? Why is someone looking for me? When the company got to the road they found Tareth standing over Bregand, who lay limply on the ground. The nurse rushed over to him, along with some of the others. But Turthol took him aside, as Rangar knew he would. "We need to talk." They walked away from the company as Rangar related all of what had happened while Turthol and the other were scouting. "And you have no idea." "None." Said Rangar bluntly. That was the worst feeling. He felt just as he had that day on the hill; Numb, disbeileaving. "Well, we'll just have to try and outrun them until we get to Rohan." "Yeah" Said Rangar, and then as if to avoid the topic he looked back towards where the others were.

Suddenly, "Turthol?" Said Rangar in a panicked voice. "Yes" "Where's Wren?" " I dunno, you don't think," He did. Without bothering to consider the matter, Rangar cried. "Rave, Calmir, Tareth. Come with me and Turthol. I think they have Wren."