Calad's eyes followed her as she left, but then turned back to the faeries. He stepped over to them, and then stood still again. Minions of Sauron? he asked in his head. He had overheard the shout of the guard before he had heard the twanging of a bowstring. Nonsense! The elf sat down, cross-legged, continuing to look at them.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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