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Roryn, who was sitting in the shady corner, the smoke from his pipe winding its way up his face. The soft glow illuminated his face fractionally. At the entrance of the stranger, he moved his eyes up slowly, making no movement with his face at all. "Where is she, where is Maen?", Roryn's hand slid under his clothes, closing around the grip of his bow. "She isn't here at the moment", he heard Atharen say...fool he thought, you just revealed that you know her. His hand gripped harder on his bow, more for comfort than anything else, although he was distinctly wary. He saw that Maen had covered her head with a shawl, and smiled subconciously, at least she knew what to do...
"Stop right there" Atharen said.
"And If i don't?" the stranger asked, a threatening tone evident. Atharen was obviously shaken by this. He was unused to people making such direct threats.
"Then I will stop you..."
"Really?"
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