Aravelenon in his guise of Calixto led the group of warriors closer and closer to their doom. The five of them unknowingly followed the elf lord in single file, with Culloth walking in stride behind Calixto and Gwyn making up the rear. Bulvard held Tumnaooriel close to him as he walked. Suddenly the tall warrior faltered. His grey eyes widened in fear, flashes of Aronja piercing eyes played before his mind's eye and then a face, a pretty face, serene and sombre. Then it cried out as if for help...
"Elanor!" the warrior whispered hoarsely.
Calixto stopped dead in his tracks. Whirling around swiftly, he barked, "What? The witch?" Even as he spoke, Aravelenon sensed what the witch was trying to do, he also sensed that the captive trio were biting far more into the pie he had laid out for them back in his lair. That had to be stopped.
"Come, hurry... we must save them all." Calixto doubled his pace, with Culloth and Harolas on his heels. Bulvard, Tumnaooriel and Gwyn followed steadily.
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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