Legacy of Traitors RPG

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Put it down now, Roryn." Atharen's tone was still calm, and his eyes still fixed on Ferethor. Maen and Crystal had approached and were talking like old friends - and old women, he thought with a mental roll of his eyes. Aelimur, standing near them, sheathed his sword, and Ferethor glanced sharply at him with a look Atharen could not read.

All were watching Atharen and Ferethor; the guard was still distrustful and unsure, and his blade remained in his hand. As Atharen moved his left hand, Ferethor tensed to spring...but the ranger simply returned the dirk to it's sheath. The frustrating smile was gone from his lips now and his face was expressionless as he turned from the guard, not waiting to see if he would put down his sword.

His hood covered his face, not allowing the others to see his expression, but it was thoughtful as he mulled over the others. He glanced at Crystal as he passed her. Why did this guardsman have such an interest in her, and she such a worry about him? Stay out of it, Atharen; 't isn't worth a match against the two soldiers. Not yet, anyway.