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Del examined the newcomer with a detached reserve before deciding that Idruil was not a bad guy. "Seems to be likable enough,' He thought. 'He's even got the moody Ferethor fellow to acknowledge his presence, which is quite an achievement.' After a chuckle Del swung himself over his own horse Ein. The red-brown horse playfully nipped at his hand and swished its tail. The pony was scarcly full-grown as yet but would be a good companion.
Munching on a mouldy loaf he found in the saddle-bag, Del made sure his rein was secure. Maen said quietly, "Hearken, the bell of the door-warden tolls already! Let us leave as swiftly as we may!" Del nodded along with everyone else and started for the eastern gate.
The stone-hewn Eastern Gate was of dwarven-smithwork, magnificent and towering tall. The guards waved them on without scarcly a single glance as they passed. Del looked back in time to see Ferethor tensly hurry his horse onward with a sharp word, after a wary glance. 'Wonder why that chap is always wary.' Del made a mental note to ask Aelimur.
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