[Halbereth Diagona]

Frowing, Carathon picked up his knife and stuck it in his belt. For one with the mind of a dim, good natured, extremly naive ten- year-old, Carathon was rather hurt by Lenilos' expression as he lay down the sack he was carrying. Carathon pulled out some herbs he had picked the day before (although it is doubtful he knew how to use them) and handed them to Lenilos with a small, shy smile. Lenilos took them, looking puzzled, but saw Carathon meant well, so nodded roughly. Carathon backed away to stand by a tree, twisting his fingers together. he did not want to make conversation, so there was an awkward silence for a while.