Night of Dec 22
"I helped train him." As a flush crept from her throat to her face, she cringed. Something is not right? Ah, ranger, little do you know the truth of what you say. Something has not been right ever since... ever since I began to ... ever since I felt... ...oh, what a fool am I, what an idiot I have become.
The ranger-- this Erundil-- stood beside Gond, whose lead Mellonin still held. Erundil seemed more comfortable with Gond than any of them. And in coming in between Mellonin and Gond, Erundil seemed to come between Mellonin and Ravion. Suddenly, deeply, Mellonin resented that. Her face was now quite red.
Yet now that the ranger had asked a question, she found nothing to say. Once again biting her lip, she turned to Raefindan.
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