Thorn waited, staff in hand, at the edge of the Borrim encampment. He could be patient when it came to waiting, for his purpose was clear; once that purpose had been seen to, then he would move on to the next thing.
After a whle, the Borrim emissary came riding out of the encampment.
"Lord Khandr!" Thorn cried. "A word, if I may! I have urgent news!"
The Borrim leader's horse came up and stopped a moment, and Lord Khandr regarded Thorn with a measuring look.
Would the Borrim leader pass him by, or would he stop? Either way, Thorn had a plan. But he waited to see which it would be.
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