Tarannon did not need to hear the word "hurry". It took him all of two minutes to grab his pack, buckle on his sword, and lead his horse over to the gathering rangers.
He switched his grip on his mount from reins to bridle, hoping that the animal would behave. "Careful, Morroch" He muttered. He tested the balance of the bow slung across his back. It had been long since a true battle. Too long.
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