After two days of walking Rochil was exhausted. It was a very hot day and without the two horses it made traveling quite hard.
"Everyone, follow me, quickly!" Brytta said snapping Rochil out of his thoughts. He followed Brytta into the ditch that he led them two. After a couple moments a large group of Dunlanders passed by and kicked up a cloud of dust. That’s why we left the rode Rochil thought.
Now it was time for traveling again. They were following beside the rode, as they knew that Dunlanders were nearby. And its better this way, Rochil thought. He didn’t want to have an encounter with the Mark’s oldest enemies.
[ August 13, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]
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