Rangar listened to the ideas, thinking hard. The downs get foggy without warning, but those wild men. There could be more, and in fog... "Fine." He called at last, " But light a torch, and whoever's staying light a fire. The downs can be misleading, so stay alert. Turthol, Wren, Bregand, and Calmir scout ahead. The rest of us will stay here." Then, to appease his desire to keep moving, he added, "Just make sure we're on the right path, we don't want to linger here."
As the scouting party left, a torch in Turthol's hand, Rangar and Tareth grouped around for more firewood. To stop himself from worrying, Rangar began to fiddle with a dagger. The others began doing similar things. Enien was singing softly to herself and Ravenne was prodding the small fire with a stick. For what seemed like an eternity the group waited, giving Rangar more time to think up horrible scenarios in his mind. Then, they began to hear footsteps in the distance.
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