Islist was getting impatient when no one was showing. He then rode between tents yelling into each, "Let's go everyone. C'mon! We need to go now! You all are behind! If you take much longer I'm going to make it half rations! And the other half comes to the early ones."
Durvagor joined the crew not long after Islist returned.
"Do I get half rations Islist?" Durvagor asked.
"Sure, if you want. I get all of the other half though," Islist said sarcastically.
"Man, here you go," he started to give part of his lunch, "Just joking, hah."
They all sat, talking and laughing. Finally Elleraden started an old, well known story, "Well, my grandfather told me this story a long time ago. One time, a long time before any of us were born, there was a captured maiden. But there was this prince who......" he finished a few moments later. They all sat in memory at the conclusion. Most thinking about good times, Islist thought about something different. He heard that story when his father went away for two years. He remembered how he felt. A tear swelled in his eye and his wiped it away, not wanting to show his weakness.
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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