[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Outskirts[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. " - J.R.R Tolkien[/i][/color][/center]
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Kreneas' gaze fell on Irime as well. He knew she had felt contempt towards the orcs, especially the one named Blurg. The death of their comrades was something that bothered Kreneas harshly, yet he kept his depressed and angered thoughts to himself. He hadn't wanted his superiors to see his conflicted emotions, for they might reprimand him for being unfocused towards the task at hand. The elven magus gave the woman a nod, signifying his resolve for Irime as the two of them listened to the scouts report to the encampment, and detail everything they had learned on their investigations throughout the Mirkwood forests. 

[color=yellow]"Are you certain that is what you saw?"[/color] The leader of the encampment, Madame Itithara Sagegrove, replied to the two scouts before her. She was an elder, an elf with many years behind her, but Itithara preferred her place to be on the battlefield instead cooped up inside like the rest of the ancient elves. Of course, no one bothered to question her, lest she feel the need to test her swordsmanship skills on them. 

[color=red]"O-Of course! We saw a large number of them, perhaps heading this way."[/color] The scout nudged his buddy in the ribs in an attempt to get him to speak up. Talking to Ithithara could be intimidating, especially for the young and inexperienced. His friend quickly swallowed his fears and nodded at Ithithara. Perhaps his worries were that he might have to fight and possibly die, but whatever the case maybe, it was nearly impossible to discover from the rather shaken mess he was. 

Ithithara cupped her chin, no doubt deep in thought as she processed the report that the scouts had given her. Turning to Kreneas and Irime, she motioned for them to approach. [color=yellow]"Kreneas. Irime. I want the two of you to investigate these sightings, and if they are indeed true, trade blades with the foul creatures in a limited skirmish."[/color] She paused for a moment. [color=yellow]"And take these two youngsters with you. They need the experience, and we need to replace the companions you had lost. Understood?"[/color]

With a nod, Kreneas saluted Ithithara. [color=silver]"Of course, madame. The four of us will sally out immediately."[/color] He motioned for the two scouts to follow him as he looked on towards Irime. [color=silver]"There should be some extra arrows in the stores, Irime. Take them, they should make well for our expedition."[/color] With his some of his concerns out of the way, Kreneas made his way to the tent he slept in, and gathered his belongings. His blade and a few tools and limited food were enough for him. After all, they weren't going for a pinic, they were hunting orcs. A slow elf would soon be a dead elf.

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