"I am from the house of the Mariner, does that still exist in Rohan? Or did they all move back to the sea?"
Aldor felt the bile rise in his throat. His sword was close yet he could not reach it. The voice of the thing was drowned out by the anger slowly rising in him. He managed to move some words out.
'Wench! You have not seen the Plains of Rohan, for you would not have such a weak existance if you had done! The Mariners live well in the Riddenmark! And I am their heir! Not that that would escpae your cunning mind! You seek to entwine me with regret and memories before you slaughter me? have honour, and be done with it!'
She did not move, and he slowly groped forward for his sword. Sensing its grip, he put his hand on it with glee, then turned to face her...
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