“Utterly useless!” cried Maén, the three of them had ridden half a league from the site, in fast time to the cover of a surrounding thinly covered grove of trees. “I can barely see a thing, let alone know what’s going on there.” Her hazel eyes glowed contemptuously under her lilac hood.
“Patience Miss Maén” Idruil muttered from behind her.
Maén’s head snapped around. “We are under attack, do you expect me to be patient?”
“No Maén.” Replied Crystal her eyes downcast, as though she was in fear of something else.
Maén did not seem to hear, “Who are they? Haradrim? Easterlings? Cronies of Guriel?- now that would make more than enough sense. Don’t they know that im not carrying any vast amount of gold? I am not prepared to die before ive had my chance at vengeance.”
“Not to worry Lady Il Galoth, should worse come to worse you will still have Crystal and I. Besides, you have two rangers up your sleeve.” Idruil remarked.
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