"We can get our food from the farmlands," announced Thorondruin.
The bald barbarian grunted, "There is plenty of food we can hunt for."
The captive girl sat meekly on the horse and thought that whatever food the barbarian hunted would be as repulsive as these three vile creatures she was forced to accompany.
Then suddenly Himelilek stiffened, her heightened elvish senses detected something. "I think we are being watched or followed," she said.
"Whoever that may be, we will deal with them in the manner that suits all spies." snarled Thorondruin and Ozracles laughed as he emptied the last drops of stale wine from his waterskin into his thirsting mouth.
[ August 02, 2002: Message edited by: Cimmerian ]
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