Rûdhchamion stiffened as the black figure stopped directly below their hiding place. He silently beaded an arrow, aiming straight at the figure. He knew that should he let fly his arrow, their place of concealment would be revealed. He was unsure if he could outlast more than the three riders. He felt there were more enemies unseen; the trolls he had detected, and orcs… who knew what else.
Below the dark rider hesitated a bit more, looking about. The rider’s steed snorted, its nostrils flaring. Then it slowly moved on towards the direction of the other riders. The fog swirling about the feet of the horse, who like its rider was as black as death.
He quickly glanced at Anarya. She was pale, but had a determined look on her face. Khelek, too was still, but the dark elf could see the pup had bared his fangs. He motioned for them to keep quiet as the last rider rode on. Several faint noises could still be heard going about, their source hidden among the thick fog.
He waited.
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