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Del watched the night deepen with the passage of time, awake for some reason he could not fathom. "Il Garoth... A traitor they say he is, and Maen seems confident about this matter. Even if we manage to trace this chap ere the end, what are we going to do?"
Roryn looked up from poking the dejected fire in hope of reviving the dying flame. "What else? We kill the turncoat Il Garoth and collect our reward."
Del pensively considered Roryn's reply before shaking his head. "Il Garoth would not fain hand us his life over a silver platter, Roryn. He must know that someone would be after his neck sooner or later and would have taken precautions enough to ensure that he lives to spend his legacy. This chap would have hired men all over his estate with the express purpose of protectiong his royal person."
Roryn grimly finished what Del had left unsaid. "You mean it is much more likely that even if we find him, it would be us who ends up traveling to Mandos rather than him." Del nodded silently, for that point had been troubling him for the past hour.
Then, Del shrugged and rose to his feet. "Why worry about the future? We'll deal with it when it comes. In fact, these wise chaps - Atharen, Maen, Ferethor - they'd take care of it." Then he threw himself heavily on a pile of dry leaves, desiring to sleep.
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