[Tarien Ithil]

Rinoas wiped his sword on the grass. It was smeared with black orc blood from teh the orcs he'd slain earlier.

He crossed over to Tarnnon's tent. He was there, shapening his sword.

"Hello," said Rinoas to his friend.

Hello!" answered Tarannon. Come on in and see my sword. It's slain over one hundred orcs in its time!"

Rinoas was awed by this but decided to change the subject.

"So what do you think of this journey? A bit strange, if you ask me. That eagle is bothering me and robbing me of my sleep," he said.

Tarannon appeared to be thinking.
"Did you tell Islist?" he asked.
"Yes," said Rinoas.

Then he heard the shrill cry again.
The horses stirred. Rinoas and Tarannon emerged from the tent to see. The eagle was soaring up above and then vanished into the clouds.

It was all very puzzeling.

Rinoas wandered from the tent, followed by Tarannon. Then suddenly, Rinoas tripped and then something was on him, a knife at his throat. A goblin was clawing at his neck, rasping.

"Help," Rinoas cried. Tarannon fought the goblin but soon cries of others echoed around them.