[Cimmerian]

A week was too long indeed, Ozracles grumbled. Now was the time to strike for his well honed battle instincts kept him wary of the fact that the party was being followed, albeit by some great distance. Himelilek had sensed it too, but she had faith in her own skills with her deadly blade and chain. And what she recently witnessed of the barbarian, she knew there was no chance for anyone against them in a melee. Thorondruin however coule prove to be the weak link in the chain for already he seemed to have softened towards the vagrant boy and the green elf maid.
Himelilek's eyes flashed as she thought up of ways to manipulate Thorondruin and Carathon. Ozracles already seemed to be under her will and Carathon would be easy. Thorondruin would, however, be another matter.

Suddenly one of the sacks on the stolen horse wriggled and a soft moan emitted from it. Both the elves heard it clearly and Hithundiel raised a questioning eyebrow as Himelilek stiffened. Ozracles steered his large black back to where the stolen horses cantered behind the party. Livia had regained consciousness and the barbariab could not afford that.
Thorondruin and Carathon were too far up ahead to notice anything as Himelilel distracted the other elf. Ozracles silenced the startled innkeeper's daughter with a sharp crack at the sack.

"This horse has a bad stomach... it will pass," the bald man grinned.

Himelilek sighed slightly and glanced at Hithundiel, who hastened to ride away from the two barbarians and towards their leader.