The sound of the Bruinen fell away, masked by the rolling hills as the mounted warriors made their way towards Echad Candelleth all the while their keen senses searching for any unnatural signs that would give away any Angmarim. Soon enough they were within sight of the ancient ruins and were hailed by the sentries as they approached. All seemed as it should be Khalis was pleased to see as they rode steadily into the encampment. Dismounting their steeds the warriors set up a small encampment in the upper portion of the ruins so as not to be too disruptive to the inhabitants and Elisbeth went to speak with watch officer. Whilst she was gone the others settled into their usual routine, the banter between the members which gave them their camaraderie was as present as ever.
Bishrodir with his usual steadfast nature and watchful eye busied himself with making sure the younger members were taken care of. Khalis’ gaze fell to Teremonth ever clad in his finely made dark armour. He was all smiles and as always was keen to strike up a tune whenever the chance availed itself. The young elven warden had progressed well since joining the ranks of the Chosen. His only flaw was a need to temper his enthusiasm in battle sometimes. Khalis could also see a bond forming between Nenloth and Irulian as they talked quietly with one another. Both shared a common affinity to the healing arts which in the past had been sorely lacking in the Warband. Now they were blessed with two fine healers which released Elisbeth to focus her skills in a different way. Khalis sensed when he spoke with Nenloth that she felt unsure of her own skills at times and was worried she would fail those she travelled with. But nothing could be farther from the truth for she had not once failed to rise to any challenge so far set her and soon would be called forth to face the trial before taking her Oath.
Khalis attention was turned away from the others as he saw Elisbeth returning to the fire-pit around which the others now sat. Khalis spotted Tagos momentarily, the slim silent form gazing ever watchful out from a high vantage point. The young elf was never restful, he was the most driven member of his own kind he had ever met, and Khalis often wondered if Tagos state of mind would ever change. When Elisbeth closed upon the others the fire light flickering across her defined features she informed the others than as they first suspected when they rode into the encampment that all was as it should be. So they will take respite here and allow the men folk among their company some rest before moving out before dawn. And so the night drew in with the quiet sounds of the routine going about its business as it had the day before. But to those with keen ears the sounds of quiet banter could be heard coming from the upper area of the ruins occasionally broken by the odd strum of a lute and a verse or two.
