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Raen stopped at the door and returned to the group after Haven offered to procure horses. He was new in Rohan himself, and steeds (particularly the act of renting or purchasing them) had never been his calling anyway. But, feeling a strong urging to contribute, the ranger reluctantly pulled one of the long, slender knives out of his belt and extended it (handle first) towards Sandrina. "Perhaps, Miss, you would like use one of these? Deadly from afar, and in close, of course." The woman thanked him and slid it into her belt gingerly. He turned away and walked towards the open window, suddenly accosted by the need for fresh air. It was stuffy in the small room, and the cool breeze was quite comfortable.
Glancing down at the cobbled road, Raen noticed a lone rider trot his horse past the establishment and then gallop out of sight. Travelers were rare in these parts of Rohan, and the man had not appeared to be a soldier. The ranger knew that he was overly paranoid, but this was no coincidence. The messenger had to be headed for the estate, there was no doubt in his mind. How to explain it to the others, however, was another matter. Perhaps, this time, his worries should be kept private. At the expense of Sandrina? No, this was too serious a matter to worry about sounding foolish. Still, he decided to approach Braedon first with his suspicions.
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