Aldor leant over the shaking boy, his breastplate still grasped in his hand. He had not had enough time to strap in on before an orc chasing the lad had stumbled upon them.
Now the cavern was filled with shouts and clanging of swords. He could hear the yells of some of the company that had raced down a passage in persuit. It seemed more than one orc was in the fray.
With great difficulty, Aldor began to strap on his armour, careful not to lose grip on his sword. Smoothing his hand over the crest on his breastplte, he felt some assurance.
He looked at the boy and grunted 'What possessed ye to come wandering in here?' He said naught, but something short of a smile was playing on his face. His eyes seemed to stare at him a certain was that disconcerted him and made his suspicion rise all the more...
[ May 22, 2003: Message edited by: Taralphiel ]
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