The two elves walked in almost all silence for two days. They new they were being followed by guards, but kept their pace. During those two days, they only had to fight a few mercinaries.
Upon the last night they finally stopped to camp. Burzdol sat with his knife carving the pipe he was creating.
"Burzdol, come over here. Help me start this fire. You do want food, don't you?" the she-elf asked.
"Yeah, well I am pretty hungry," he said walking to his companion.
After awhile, sweet aromas filled their encampment. The two sat eating and drinking, when a group of police came out of the woods. Burzdol, as like Ani Dao, dropped their plates and drew knives. A stale mate occured. A group of police about twenty strong, against two elves. Suddenly the two elves jumped the men, nocking out as many as possible. Soon after, all were tied up along the tree line. The elves finished their meals, and left the camp and guards.
"For Weather top, yon maiden?" Burzdol asked.
"Yes, to Weather top," the two walked off without a look back.
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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