Awyrgan sat quietly as the ranger told her story, fitting the details in with what his own eyes and other senses had told him. One this was for sure; this did not have the feeling of a common corsair raid, it was well-planned and deliberate or he was a fool.
Well, an inexperienced fool. He was about to rise from where he sat when she briefly fixed her eyes on his.
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"I dare not to return save for the voice I heard..."
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She continued, describing the cries of one of the villagers. She looked to him as if seeking a response but the man seemed not to listen. He was staring off into the West, his eyes glazed over, knuckles whitening. His frame shook slightly and he rose; walking over to a nearby tree where he stood motionless for a time with his head bowed. When he returned he seemed calmer, almost indifferent to the situation at hand, but his eyes blazed.
He spoke slowly. "There are many children in Dol Amroth. There are many in the world, many who's lives are cut short regardless of the actions of others." She glared and he bit his tounge, attempting to explain. "I know the meaning of futility more deeply than you will ever comprehend," was what he finally managed to spit out. His voice now held a bitter tone. "Perhaps I should have introduced myself; I am Awrygan in the tounge of the Rangers." She opened her mouth as if to confirm what he had said and he nodded. "My parent's were not so cruel as to name me as such; I took the name upon myself." He looked towards the city. "If what you say is true any thread of hope or purpose you hold to is slim. To those who fall captive to the men of the far South an ill fate is common."
She stood up as if to leave. He gestured towards the ground. "I did not say I would not go." She relaxed, but remained standing. "If those you seek are not already dead they will survive another day or two, corsairs may be cruel but they are not stupid - if they have a purpose for a captive they will be kept alive. I have been in this land before and in its service and know the lay of the City. I will go when I deem it right and you may go with me or by yourself - yet I would deem it more fitting to enter as a thief and not a princess this time."
[ March 01, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]