Taurion smiled, satisfied. He stood back. His pack had still been nearly filled from just returning from his patrol of the land. He loved being out in the woods. It was dangerous, yes, but it was still peaceful-feeling. Although, he did miss the food and wine at the palace...
He looked at the filled pack, and then took his sword and put it delicately on his bed with his bow and quiver.
There was a knock on his chamber door. He opened it, dreading that it was Mereniel again, but it was Lagordal.
"What news?" Taurion said, smiling at his friend, "No! Wait. Come in first."
"You are packed already?" Lagordal asked, looking around at the pack and the weapons.
"Of course."
"But they are not leaving until they have enough travellers," Lagordal said, dubiously.
"It is better to be prepared," Taurion smiled.
Lagordal continued, "There have been more people accepted."
"Good," Taurion said, smiling, "Now be off with you! I know that you must have other work to attend to!"
"And you...?" Lagordal asked.
"I will go find some wine," Taurion smiled, "For I have not tasted it in a while."
Lagordal sighed and left, shaking his head slightly.
Taurion left, searching for one of his friends with which to enjoy the beverage he had missed of late...
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