Word had gotten to him how she had vanished out of his reach into the care of Elvish folk. He was not particularly bothered about this knowledge as there was enough to keep his mind busy. If he estimated everything rightly they would appear soon enough to interfere with advancements he was interested to see fulfilled. So either way would bring her close to him again, it was just a matter of waiting for the right time. He could do that, it came as a natural talent to him it always had. Impatience was so vulgar and demeaning. The man watched as orders where shouted, his orders, while standing on the blackened city wall overshadowing the dark trees below. Oh what was to come would be vastly enigmatic to her and mildly entertaining to him. Now if only he could stop himself musing about that young Ranger and how good it would feel to pull his dagger through his body. No one interfered or touched with what was his. No one.
Sparrow awoke disorientated and needed a moment to remember where she was. She was alone still, hopefully that meant Arthasdir had found his friend Draskre or even managed to claim a property. The Hall was crowding since their return; with interesting people to join their cause but crowded nonetheless. Sparrow smiled faintly recounting whom they had met newly just the night before. A young woman obsessed with books (How was Mynna doing? They passed her once in hurry, she remembered feeling a slight surge of regret they had not stopped.) and the man who spoke in peculiar ways and called himself Fox. Now that was to her liking, a name like that promised to be interesting to travel with in the coming days. She sincerely hoped that their next endevour would lead them to find out what happened to Pren. Sparrow swung her feet to the bare stone floor, trying to shake a weird feeling. A dream clung to her she could not recall, but its remnants made her shiver. She stood with resolve the chain around her neck moving with the weight of both the medal and the ring. Instinctively she grabbed at both unable to move until voices echoed from the outside – the day had begun.
In Ered Luin they found respite tempting shadows of peace. Yet their steps have taken them back further North ready to prove their bond is stronger than ever.
Where do I take this pain of mine?
I run but it stays right by my side
So tear me open and pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps. (Metallica)
Image by the fantastic Arthasdir
