[Arien]

Rave, Calmir, Tareth, Turthôl and Ranger departed and went in search of Wren who was now missing. Probably caught by who ever had attacked them. It had been quick and sudden, she had slain several but injured herself in the process. The slash across her stomach still dripped with blood and through her top seeped a deep crimson liquid, but it would be fine. She first attended to the other wounded, there were not many thankfully.

But then Turthôl had murdered that man even when Rangar and the others pleaded with him not to. Why he had done it Carmalita had no hope of knowing, and she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to know. She walked to where her pack lay next to the dead man Turthôl had slain, she pulled his limp hand away from her things and stared at him for a moment. It did not disgust her or make her feel ill. Too many times had she seen dead men, women and children. Eaten by disease, mauled by animals, punished by their families this was no different. She thought for a moment and looked over those who were left, Enien, Bregand and Arein. They all sat apart around the camp as if afraid to talk. Carmalita could not bear the silence, her life was always filled with noise. Noise of Crystal, of the Pony ,of Bree. She never really had time to herself and she hated not talking or listening. She decided to speak.

“Why do you think they came?” her voice trembled over the thinning fog and the other three slowly raised their heads.

“I don’t know? For Rangar perhaps?” Arein said quietly.

“I doubt it, unless we travel with an outlaw that does not even know himself as one!” she smiled. “Shall we light a fire? Or do you think the enemy might attack us again?” she waited for a reply. None. This was going to be a long wait. Hopefully they would find Wren soon and come back. She could not bear the silence.