The grey horse set a fast pace, taking Ollea deep within the forest. Eventually they came to a stop. The wound in her leg was already closing, and she would be able to walk semi-comfortably within a few hours.
Something still felt wrong...her sword! it was still back there, she hadn't time nor mind enough to retrieve it. She couldn't very well leave it, it was her lifeline.
She turned the horse around. They were probably gone by now anyway. Nevertheless she unslung her bow.
She jumped down up reaching the clearing, wincing. At least they had left her sword alone. How strange, but lucky. She looked around cautiously, and gave a strangled cry when she happened upon the corpse of the white wolf. He was defending me, she thought. He had paid dearly for it. Just like there were planning to make that caravan pay...
The caravan! if they had got to Khelek, there would have been no one to warn them. was there anyone left? The thought of this was enough the make her feel ill, but she had to know.
Ooc: c'mon Cimm, the game's no fun if you have NO opposition...
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