Hunt for the Dragon RPG

[Annunfuiniel]

Gráin watched Vráin and Rowan ride towards northeast. They flew up a gentle green slope, dwindling fast in Gráin's eyes, and suddenly they disappeared behind a ridge. The dwarf sighed and turned around. His brother was riding with a trusted friend and this once away from dints and trouble. For some unknown reason Gráin was also pleased Vráin was to go and meet Aravorn, nearly a total stranger, yet – curiously though - like a dear friend.

Elentari spoke again to all. "There is not much we can do now but wait. We will decide our strategy when Rowan, Vráin and, I hope, some of the Rangers get back. Until then: Sharpen your swords and axes! Get your gear ready; mails, headpieces, shields and all! This time we are going to be ready for the battle..."

To Gráin and every experienced soldier Elentari's calls were self-evident but he could understand her anxiety; Merenwen had died because they were caught incautious and unprepared. That would not happen again.

[ June 23, 2003: Message edited by: Annunfuiniel ]