[Orual]

Arethin shook his head and muttered to himself as they walked. They could find Angalos later. He would not leave without the Wanaparma, whether or not the others thought they could. It was not adventure for him; this was about his mother's survival. He ran his fingers through his blond hair irritably and glared back at Anuion, who was not looking his way. They could split up or something. They didn't all have to go look for Angalos.

This should be able to support them for a while.

Arethin jumped a little bit as Anuion's voice came, unbidden, into his thoughts. Back before they left Dale, when Anuion had given his family the money...he would do this. Anuion felt that he had to find Angalos. Arethin's major loyalties were elsewhere, but he owed this to Anuion. He would find Angalos.

It was a silent group that wound its way through the mountain, all absorbed in their own thoughts. Arethin suspected that several of them were having the same fight that he was. Their footfalls were heavy and rang throughout the corridors as they walked, especially Arethin's heavy boots. For a long while there was nothing to either side but craggy wall; there were attentive eyes checking carefully to look for anything that looked like it might be an opening. There was no telling where Angalos was.

As they rounded a corner a door opened to their left, and Jadae peeked in. "Kitchen," she said simply.

"Should we go in?" Arethin asked, fiddling with the straps of his pack.

"Of course," Jadae said, a touch impatiently. She was already through the door. "We have to find Angalos, if it means searching every room in this entire mountain.

"Of course," Arethin echoed, and with the rest of the company he entered the kitchen.

[ April 27, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]