[Thenamir]

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Time for a Getaway

Ulfwine’s story reminded Thenamir of his own grief and loss at the hands of the Dunlendings. But here was a conundrum indeed: this man was a Dunlending himself – and the memory of his wife’s brutal death was still a raw wound in his mind – but one who also claimed to be a refugee from their brutality. An honorable Dunlending, Thenamir thought, wonders never cease. What next, polite and helpful trolls?

Thenamir looked at Taradan with a raised eyebrow, the implied question being, “you’re in charge – what now?” Taradan knitted his brow only for a moment before jerking his thumb towards the horses. Thenamir dropped the phony accent and put away the knife. “Don’t know what to do with you yet, but for the moment you’re coming with us,” said Thenamir in a low voice. “You can share a horse with Baranthôl,” Taradan said, “he’s the smallest.” Baranthôl grimaced, but understood.

“You’ll understand if we don’t untie you just yet,” Thenamir said with a half-smile. Ulfwine caught the hint of warmth in Thenamir’s voice, and nodded in return. Each of them thought they had found someone sympathetic to help with his own private war.

Thenamir and Gurthden helped settle Ulfwine side-saddle behind Baranthôl on the horse, then mounted up themselves. “Anything we need to know about ahead?” said Thenamir to Ulfwine, who pointed a path ahead. Thenamir was just about to rein Windwight around to follow when he detected a furtive movement in the brush ahead, and another in trees to his right. He whistled a shrill call to the others to warn them, but it was already too late…


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