“Foolish coward,” Culloth shouted, roughly shoving at Tumnaooriel, “It is to get rid of this evil must be go further into it.”
“She is right, Tumnaooriel,” agreed Harolas, tough in a much kinder manner, “Come quickly, Bulvard. Elwyn and the others must be rescued.”
“Aye,” said the tall, white-haired warrior, “But we must be wary, I fear Tumnaooriel may be right about this.”
“About what?” sneered Calixto, “Who is she to have doubts on our mission? I did not approve of her services to our cause.”
“What ever her fears be, I will heed them,“ replied Bulvard coldly, “Tumnaooriel is with me, and so she shall remain.”
Calixto turned away, now seemingly recovered from his injuries. “Come hither. Follow me.”
The party of six swiftly made their way in the direction Tumnaooriel had warned against.
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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