[Aiwyn of the Eorlingas]

Ain tried to get a grip on the situation: Gwyn had rescued one captive and taken her away. Another had just slipped out and followed. But there were sounds of fighting coming from inside the tent. Who else was left?
"This should NOT be MY dilemma..." Ain complained to herself as she slipped from the tree and landed on the ground. The orcs had almost abandoned their camp, looking for the 'Elf'. The otrhers had gone in to check on the prisoners. Must be what that scuffle was about.
Ain grabbed her Quarterstaff, which was sharpened on both ends like a stake, and sauntered over to the tent under the cover of the shadows. She was about to open the flap when a flustered Elf carrying a bow burst out. Ain snuck a glance in the tent before it closed: there were several orcs lying dead with arrows protruding from their chests and throats.
"Is that all?" Ain asked irritably, not bothering to disguise her anger. "Or are there MORE captives around here that I know nothing of?"
The Elf shook her head. "None."
Ain shuffled her Quarterstaff up in her hand. "Elves are swift, aye? They rambled over yonder," she said, pointing in the direction where Gwyn and the others had gone. "If thee be with them, go hither. If not, go where thou please."
"Where are you going?"
"I must retrieve my steed. Then, I must retrieve my arrow. Run swiftly, for the Orcs seek an Elf." The Elf took off in the direction where Gwyn and the others had gone.
Ain trekked silently through the woods until she came upon a chocolate-colored stallion bound to a tree by his simple rope reins. She unbound him and pulled him after her, in the direction where Gwyn and the others had gone. Back to their camp.