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. Go with the magic-user. Be warned-he shall watch your
every move! If my warrior dies, you two will follow immediately."
"We understand, captain. We will do what we can."
Vergrim hissed and motioned them to follow him. They did so,
maintaining a respectable distance from the magic-user. B'rak
watched them depart and rubbed a leathery hand across his chin.
"Sith!"
His second, looking half-dead, stumbled out of the Speaker's
dwelling. The captain allowed him a moment to organize himself.
"Captain?"
"You are in charge for now. Organize the patrol for action. I
shall return shortly."
"Yes, captain."
B'rak adjusted his sword belt and set out toward the forest
himself. Now and then, he would pass one of the elves. All refused
to meet his gaze. He hissed softly; there was a difference in their
attitude. What it was he could not place. He only knew there was a
difference. The sadness was there, but something had changed.
He walked for some time. The woods replaced the village.
Eventually he paused at what he estimated to be a fair distance
from the community. The land was hilly; another two hours would
bring him to one of the lesser mountain ranges in this region. The
hills, though, would serve his purpose.
He chose the tallest, most jagged of the hills. One side ended in
a sheer cliff. The slight breeze tempted him. Though his wings
were of little use for actual flight, he could easily glide some
distance
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