[*Varda*]

The sun rose as the group set off on their quest. Malienna watched the glowing sun rise in the sky, almost as a beacon of hope. She was riding next to Izrenna and Aelfritha, whom she had already spoken to.

The weather was chilly, and the frostiness crept into Malienna’s bones, despite the warm breakfast she had eaten not long before. Silent, she wrapped her cloak tighter about her body, and looked around.

She peered ahead, looking for any sign of riders on the horizon. The keen elven eyesight would have been a blessing right now. All that remained of the horse thieves were heavy footprints and light hoof marks in the cold earth. They followed the marked dirt path, in search of battle and victory.