Alatariel got up out of the rocking chair. She felt the stallion, something was wrong. Picking her sack up on the way out of the room, she ran to the stables.
"Who's there?" she heard a frightened voice yell from the stallions stall. "Who is there? Do you need help?" the voice said. Alatariel ducked back into a nearby stall as the person, came out of the stallion's stall. She saw the elf, she seemed frightened yet worried. Alatariel saw that she was grasping the knife at her belt.
"Please let go of the knife, I wish you no harm," Alatariel said rising up out of the stall, and into the middle of the aisle of the stable, "What do you want with my stallion? Why are you in his stall," Alatariel asked the elf-maiden, who loosened the grip of her knife.
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-Ever wonder whats beyond those trees?
-More trees.
'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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