But instead of her own halls Gaeriel found herself in the halls of Gorthroth. She looked up and was surprised to be here in this ones halls. She stopped and turned not able to decide what to do. Her sword hung about her skelatal waste and the skin of her hands cracked and faked as she flexed and unflexed them. This was the place that she liked to avoid. What will he do when he finds me invading his teratory just as those dwarves and men planned to invade the whole of theirs.
She decided to stop and wait. Not for anyone but to see what would happen. She retreated into a creavace in the rock and hid watching the path ahead. Waiting for the living girl and what ever else may come her way. Mabe she could quell this need to kill the living for a little while. Just a little while....
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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