lone-lands

Just before nightfall, Ost Guruth’s guards climbed to the holes in the outer walls they called their watchposts. There was no gate to close against intruders, so all were attentive to riders on the road, especially those who stopped at the stables at the foot of the broken stairs leading to their derelict castle. The stablemaster held up his lantern to the Men on the ridge, swiveled the shield three times, and signaled that the newcomer was a friend.

Coward

Angrinc sat, and the fruits of his labour were scattered about him.  He glanced toward his mailed gauntlets, soaked in blood and gore, shaking in terror even now that the danger had passed.  He could feel the pounding of his heart, each fierce beat both a welcome relief and cruel reminder of the terror he had felt scarce minutes before.

You’re nothing but a coward

"Not this fool again," was all Dru could think when she realised the man they'd followed was none other than Furley. She had aided him before when he managed to get on the bad side of a less than savoury group and Ashwyneth requested her assistance. 

(Previously...)