[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]"Don't concentrate on the obvious. They might want you to miss something else." - John Flanagan[/i][/color][/center]
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Kreneas approached the edge of the cliff, and his eyes gazed the view. He saw the many trees of the Mirkwood, but Kreneas couldn't see the stream from his position. Despite this inability, the magus had a good opinion of Irime's judgement even if she couldn't exactly see the water flow in the darkness. Nodding, Kreneas turned around and walked back to the campfire that the scouts were preparing. [color=silver]"If there are indeed orcs in the vicinity, the water will end up a contested resource between us and them. Expect fighting if they stumble upon the stream."[/color] He replied, taking a seat on a large rock repurposed into a chair and pulled forth his blade and rag to polish the weapon.

For a few meager seconds, polishing his sword was the only thought on his mind, yet Kreneas came to a stand-still when the elven cousins had said they had never fought an orc before. He kept quiet as the magus set his blade and the cloth beside him, and looked up at the two youngsters Irime and Kreneas were accompanied by. [color=silver]"Never fought an orc..."[/color] Kreneas replied, his usual kind tone carrying a sense of worry, as if their inexperience bothered him. He knew that he'd be responsible if they had fallen on the battlefield, but Kreneas was more worried that all he could do was explain what to do and not personally show the cousins. In a battle, it was hard keeping track of multiple allies, especially if you're trying to avoid death yourself. 

Kreneas clasped his hands together, resting them on his lap. [color=silver]"You two - heed my words carefully. Orcs are not like any force you might've faced before. They are not some... well-trained army, with disciplined formations. No, orcs are nothing like us. They fight like a disorderly rabble. Despite this, they are more than capable of bringing your death. Violent in nature, the savage orcs will strike down even the most seasoned soldier if you're not careful."[/color] As Kreneas spoke, his attention shifted to Irime. She knew what exactly Kreneas was referring to, as their last party had experienced such a fate. [color=silver]"Do you understand, Finrod? Luthien? Don't get yourselves killed. If you must flee, let Irime and myself handle it. Playing the hero will only bring misfortune."[/color] 

[@Wick]