"He's gone to hunt..." said Carmalita from behind Bregand. He turned round to face her.
"To hunt what?"
"That man who attacked Rangar, if you ask me I'd say he was a bit...." she mouthed the last word crazy to Bregand.
"Who? Turthol or that man?"
"Both!" she laughed, "Rangar, how are you feeling?" she passed Bregand and pressed Rangars wound, hard.
He wincinced in pain, "What did you do that for?"
"Oh so it still hurts?" she said putting her hands on her hips, "seeing as your up prancing about I thought it might be ok." she laughed and walked back to her pack mumbling something about how men were too proud for their own good.
She sat down for a moment when Bregand came to here. "You will ride my horse then?"
"Er...yes, I will. But you will have to ride too!"
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Soon they were ready to go, the camp was packed up and Rangar lead the party down the path.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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