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Hama was furious at being told what to do by this ranger. He was a member of the Rohan royal guard of King Eomer himself, not some lowly peasant incapable of tactical thought. He was about to voice this, when he noticed that Raen and Braedon had already gone and he cursed loudly under his breath. Sandrina looked at him disapprovingly, but soon shook her head. "We should get to the gates, in that case." Hama said clearly, trying and failing not to lte his irritation shine through his voice. Drawing his sword he loped round the walls, the others close behind him. His armour clanked as he ran, and he muttered. Surely now they'd know of their presence.
They reached the gates in just under five minutes. Raen and Braedon were already there, and looking ver disconcerted about something. "What kept you?" Raen put to Hama. "Oh, there was the small matter of a raiding party of dunlendings, a few orcs and the desire for a few less pompous rangers." Hama said sarcastically. Raen's brow creased as he heard the last words, "There is someone round here, we just don't know where. Get in here and help us...we don't know who they are or what sort of weapons they have, it could be dangerous." Hama's mouth contorted to a slit as he tried to supress his frustration. Of course it was going to be bloody dangerous, stupid bloody rangers thinking they know everything.
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