[Novnarwen]

The rumour of the Gondorian Soldier's escape spread like an autumn wind. Soon, the soldiers were arguing about whose fault it was, and the bickering carried on to endless discussions. Few dared to withdraw from the aggressive conversations, as there weren't many who claimed their complete innocence. According to some (probably those who felt the most guilty for the inconvenient escape), the responsibility for a prisoner taken by the army, was everyone's responsibility. However, as Jinan ordered them to be silent and that the Poros Settlement could no longer wait, quite a few turned their attention to the future attack. Only a few minutes later though, the young Haradrim soldier heard that the jabbering and the foul words hadn't stopped, nevertheless. Frôzhal, on the other hand, found himself wandering about, with a grin on his face, playing completely ignorant about the incident. No one questioned his merry spirit.

The soldier was actually relieved. Everything seemed to suddenly go so smoothly. The prisoner had escaped and Erfâzh hadn't made contact with Jinan again, or at least not from what Frôzhal had seen.

When realising that his mood could cause suspicion, he tried to suppress his true feelings; he did in fact not approve of the way the prisoner had been treated, while being a captive. This new sense of moral struck him by surprise. Although, he tried reproaching himself for liking how things had developed, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being good; because these thoughts brought no evil with them. He wanted to feel this way more often, but it was stupid. It was actually impossible in the environment of which he lived in.

If not being good by the appearance of his actions, no one could hinder him to think this way. This was indeed the fabulous thing about thoughts.

Frôzhal's superior ordered their departure. It was time to go, time to destroy a settlement and take innocent lives.