[Susan Delgado]

As Ozracles and Hinelilek walked away, Thorondruin drew his dagger and threw it at the wall. It passed close between them and they turned to look at him, annoyance on their faces. "Look," he said, "That Silmaril will be very well guarded and we need money. I happen to know that this caravan is rich, and not well guarded. But if we kill the caravaneers...." He trailed off in thought. Ozracles turned away in disgust, muttering things under his breath. Thorondruin walked over to retrieve his dagger and tossed it idly between his hands, staring at Ozracles. Ozracles stared back insolently and Himelilek looked like she wanted to laugh, but didn't. Thorondruin sighed and pointed his dagger at Ozracles' chest. "You're right, Elf. This time. If we don't kill them, they'll run to town and everyone will be after us. But if you question my orders again, I'll kill you." He snapped his dagger back into its scabbard and stalked outside.