[Folwren]

Kwell sat atop his horse with Azhar mounted behind him. He could feel her leaning to one side so that she could see and hear Lindir as well as he. Her arms around his waist pulled at him slightly and he shifted his weight to counter balance hers.

Lindir told them in very few words the situation of the matter. Drunk orcs, Kwell thought with distain. His eyes flicked beyond Beloan and Lindir and looked towards the camp. Now that he knew what to look for, he saw the bodies of the beastly things.

“Why don’t we just kill them and have done?” he asked, the words slipping gruffly from him before he could stop to think about them. He paused briefly. There must be an explanation to his words, he thought. He looked at Lindir and said as though in defense. “They won’t do us any good!”