[Garen LiLorian]

Garen had woken early that morning, the thrill of the chase having revived in his blood after so many fruitless days of following. Now, surely, they were close to the prize. It was in the bearing of the hunters, in their likeness to the majestic bird of prey which sat briefly on Jemel's wrist before flying off on Garen knew not what errand. These treacherous men were near, and soon would be caught, and the honor of his house restored. This thought consumed him, brought fire into his limbs, worn weary by the passage of many leagues.

"When will we be ready to leave?" Jemel asked, and Garen answered her on behalf of all the company. "Now, or perhaps sooner. We have them as the hounds the hare. They cannot evade us for more than a day, weary as they must be, and on foot! Let us make an end of this, and so return in triumph to my house and yours!"