Aldor walked ahead, scowling at the dwarf. 'his fear will spread to them all like a plague'He thought to himself.
Still adjusting to the stench of the place, he cast his gaze out. The cavers rose to heights above his sight, all shining with the dank and cold. The path before was littered with bones and the refuse of centuries. The group began to form together closer as they made their way through. Aldor noticed a woman striding further forward, almost out of torchlight. 'Fool'he thought, and urged others on to keep up with her. The group halted suddenly,before he heard the call to camp for the time. Sitting out towards the darkness, Aldor heard a sound unlikely to be the wind. Many had lifted their weapons, and were darting their heads back and forth. Aldor too raised his weapon, fear beginning to niggle at his heart. He saw something dart from the shadows, and yell come from the back of the company...
[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: Taralphiel ]
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