Kaldon sat in the shadows at the back of the camp. Not wanted to show his deadly aim with his blades to people he might be eventually throwing them at, he stayed out of the throwing competition. He knew that he was the most distrusted member of the company, but the thought did not bother him much. For he knew that once they came to Bree, his reputation would rise; for reasons known only to him.
He looked over at the fire, where Hogar was chatting with Sarrello; like he was an old-time friend of him. I sure hope that dang dwarf doesn't go soft and squeal; or squeal at all for that matter. I'm in no position to carry out my mission just yet, and I need more time.
But then his blood ran cold, for looking over at the bandits, he recognized one of them. He had worked with him in the past. And that put him in a very dangerous position.
The prisoners would have to go; and soon. A plan formulated in Kaldon's mind. How to deal with the bandits; and raise his reputation in the group at the same time.
"I'm leaving for a while. I will be back first thing in the morning," he said to Bali. With that he saddled his own black stallion (which he had hidden in the woods) and galloped north, following the trail of the bandits.
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