[i]I know, I know. This just seems to be taking a wee minute longer than it needs to.[/i] Kili returned, as he stood casually to the side, [i]Mirkwood…that’ll be an interesting shortcut. I don’t believe I’ve been in those parts before.[/i] He mused. It was then that it doned upon Kili he had yet to say a word. He arched his brows, before blinking twice. It had been as if the Saeril had been right beside him, talking to him in a quieting whisper. Kili forced himself to not look in the elfs direction. She probably was going to be wearing a smug or amused teasing smile. He could use without that, and he didn’t need to look like some dwarf fixated upon Saeril’s good looks like any other man would. He didn’t need any of that. So how was this elf pulling off this little trick? He had no idea, but something was telling him that Saeril was going to be enjoying this part of the adventure. Well…I hope the adventure starts soon then. 

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Tajjus had his own reasons to be amused. He had the elf in his sights, his bow was drawn back so that an arrow was pointed right for her chest, the poisoned dart was drugged to nock her out. He had yet to fire though. He simply was waiting for a clear shot. He was already routing a good escape route. It was when a man robed in grey with a strangely large hat appeared. Tajjus had been journeying in the land lon g enough to know that someone with that garb was a wizard—who were not the type to trifle with. If his target—or Saeril as she preferred to be called was brought down now it may not end well for him. 

So he continued to listen, ‘You need to reach the mountain before it turns Autumn’ Tajjus thoughtfully lowered his bow. ‘The mountain’. They had a destination, which meant if he lost them, he’d be able to track them. Assuming he’d be able to decipher what ‘the mountain’ was. These were dwarves…what was important about their location, or their objective to it? [i]I’ll find out soon enough. [/i]