Aldor's gaze was fixed on the dead eyes of the creature that claimed had mothered his family. Her look was of a pain he had never endured, and could only imagine. But nonetheless, he was a soldier of Rohan, always a soldier.
He shrugged off her grip on his wrist, and raised got a stronger hold on the hilt of his sword. 'You see I speak truth. Will this not convince you too?' He let what light there was hit his sword, which matched her own with design and the creat of the Mariners. She spoke not a word, but stared at him with twisting pain.
Aldor shook his head 'That you have to torment me is a thing, whatever is truth. This place is unlike any I have pillaged.' Rousing from his own musing, he kept his sword raised
'Shall you let me go, or shall I have to make my way out with force?'
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