Alearindu listened to his words, and watched as Volondil also moved his hand to his sword's hilt. He then turned to look at her, and his eyes grew darker and glinted, then he spoke again;'Still, we are Rangers, sworn to the service of the Light. Fear or no, we will step up as we are needed.'
Alearindu nodded. 'Yes, I know. But sometimes there seems to be more than just the fear of the castle to me, something... else. Perhaps just an unconscious caution.' She scowled a little and gripped Mornen's bridle tighter. 'I do not fear pain nor death for myself, but for others, I cannot stand it.'
She then dropped her head a little and looked ahead. The castle drew nearer. Alearindu tried to change the mood;
'Volondil, once we get to the castle, where do you plan to go?' Alearindu laughed. 'I'm not quite sure if we are going to bring the horses into the castle, and you seem to have a bit of trouble walking.' She looked back up at him and awaited an answer, while thinking of an answer to the question for herself, as well.
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