"Lady, there are some riders in the distance." The voice of Lanaey the elf drew her back to herself. She motioned to the land in front of her "Are you expecting any more help from different quarters?"
"No, I'm not." Laurel looked out forward and strained to see. Squinting, she noticed something "You mean that little moving blur up there?" Lanaey nodded.
"Do you know what they are? Or who they are?" Laurel questioned the she-elf
"I do not. I only know that there are three of them and they aren't hiding their movements much."
Laurel thought to herself. 'If they are foe, then there is little to do' She gripped her concealed sword and motioned to the group 'I shall ride out to meet them. If any blows be made, our shaper eyed friends shall see'
Laurel spurred her horse and slowly saw the figures come into shape. When she was close enough she slowed and called 'The Lady of the Swan Wood asks thee thine names!' One said...
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