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[Maikadilwen]

As Jerika made a swift move to attack the Elf, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her around the wrist and her path was blocked. Out of the corner of his eye, Vlad saw some of the others take care of the elf and he smiled to himself and then to the young woman in front of him as he took the knife from her hand.
"Be careful with that knife, little lady. Someone could get hurt! Such a pretty face should not be damaged."
The girl glared at him angrily, but he only smiled and handed her the knife.
"A little less temper, my sweet. The prisoner is not to be harmed!" he said and gave her a wink as well as he could with only one eye left.

"Kane!" he yelled as he turned and his brother followed him to a more quiet part of the cave where they sat close together, facing each other.
"There's trouble arising, Kane", he said, keeping his voice low. "Too many leaders, too many egos. We don't even need those damned Orcs to make trouble in here."
Vlad's gaze wandered off to Jerika, an approving smile playing on his face. Ah yes, she was a pretty little thing, indeed she was. And a fiery spirit as well.

"We'll keep low and if things get out of hands we're gone, you hear me? Kane?"
He followed his brother's eyes and noticed that he too was looking a Jerika, but with a strange look in his eyes.
Vlad sighed heavily and punched his younger brother on the shoulder.
"Dammit, don't tell me you're still thinking about that tart? It's been six years Kane! She's dead! Gone! Forget about her! Besides, what makes you think that she wouldn't just have slit YOUR throat as well? She used you, little bro! Nothing else!"
Kane glared at his brother, feeling the fury bubbling inside him but he tried to restrain himself. This wasn't the place to be fighting his own brother, no matter how much he deserved it.

[ February 12, 2003: Message edited by: Maikadilwen ]