Outside the inn in the small grove of trees, Kaldir stood silently, fully concealed in the shadows. After having carried the injured Lespheria in from the barn, he had followed Vanwe out again into the trees with the intention of capturing her, should the opportunity arise, while she was isolated among the trees and preoccupied with her search for herbs. He had watched her grubbing about the earth with her little knife, all the while moving in silently, closer and closer to her position. He smiled to himself. A little knife like that would offer her no protection, at least not from him. The other one, Benia Nightshade, had had a knife, too. He had it now, and was a little loathe to part with it. Made by a skilled Haradrim artisan, the blade was sharp and of high quality steel. The sheath, too, was a thing of beauty, the leather intricately tooled and inlaid with silver and lapis lazuli. He had been lucky enough to find it concealed on her person before leaving her alone in the empty cellar of the old Smith's shop. If he hadn't, she could have cut herself loose in no time.
He was just closing in on Vanwe, when he felt the distinct sensation that someone else was present in the wood, watching. Kaldir melted back into the foliage, allowing Vanwe to slip away again. He watched as she ran back to the inn with her small harvest of herbs. Once she had vanished inside, he closed his eyes, opening his senses to his surroundings. Someone was definitely there in the wood with him, someone with a strong energy. Someone of whom he should be wary. He opened his eyes again. It would be wise to remain alert. He felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck, as his pale eyes scanned the wood around him.
[ July 17, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]
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