Harlon dashed after Nuhrive. He shook his head at the elf. "Eru! Why doesn't she ever listen! I may be a fool, but I know when to stop being foolish. I think..."The Fool thought. As Harlon sped up, he felt his second wind coming on.
When they neared Nura and the easterling, Harlon climbed a nearby tree. Examining the situation, Harlon sighed. Sure the fool was an excelent acrobat, but never had he encoutered such danger.
Spotting Nuhrive about to attempt a rescue, he hung himself from the tree by his knees. Pulling Nuhrive up he scolded quietly:"Patience my assistant, we'll rescue her soon enough. Can you lift more than your weight?"
Nuhrive didn't appear to be listening. Her focus was on Nura. Harlon rolled his eyes as shook her for attention.
"Hey! What are you doing, I have to rescue Nura!" She whispered.
"Trust me, this fool knows what he's doing. I'll ask you again, can you lift more than your own weight?"
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