Legacy of Traitors RPG

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Roryn stuck his head through the door, seeing Crystal's sword thrown. For the love of the Valar... He ran and skidded, coming between them just as Ferethor had finished saying "longer". Ferethor looked at Roryn in a mixture of shock and anger, mostly anger, Roryn determined. "You, Ferethor, need to keep your sword and your tongue sheathed. You, Crystal, need to do the same. We are all here for one purpose, and to that purpose we must stick." Ferethor sheathed his blade violently and with an audible clang and continued to glare at Roryn.

Roryn turned away and walked up to Atharen, "The others are on their way to the stables. Hurry, and we may yet get out of this without being seen." Atharen turned to Roryn, and nodded...