Rûdhchamion was slightly suprised at her reaction, he was not all too sure that she would have trusted him so quickly. He followed her, matching her pace quite easily. Though sensing no malice on her part, he was somehow wary and kept alert for any surprises.
They had been keeping a steady pace when she signaled him to stop. They concealed themselves near a cluster of trees near the elven path. They sat down to rest a moment.
Anarya’s brows furrowed slighty as she was thinking, staring towards the city. She would not be able to bring him to the prisoners at once. She would need help to do that. Perhaps they could go to the shop first, but how would she explain to Norvannon and her Father?
He was watching her intently, trying to guess her thoughts and plans. He knew entering the city would be risky.
Her eyes widened when she recognized a figure coming into view, though still a bit distant from where they were. He followed her gaze. It was a female elf, older than Anarya.
They both tensed when they saw a small group of elves, come out from the other side of the path. His hand gripped his bow tightly.
“Wait,” she whispered sharply, motioning for him to keep calm.
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