Thenamir tried to hide a rising expectation, a wild hope that perhaps Volkmar might be part of the group they sought to the north...for if Saruman could see their movements from afar, he might also see their thoughts. And what better to give Thenamir into the hands of an enemy than to pose as one of his highest hopes come true? Yet if he was indeed one of the Northern Rangers, he could be of inestimable assistance.
Thenamir stepped closer to the dark-haired stranger, noting anything that might help him should it come to a fight, like the way he favored his left leg. He was alone, but that mattered little if he was in league with a wizard. In a burned-out forest, though, he would find little to eat if he did not get it from this man...and he *was* hungry. He decided to risk it, sheathing his sword (though with a dagger hidden at the ready) and joining Volkmar near the stream with his horse.
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The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. ~~ Marcus Aurelius
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