[center][b]Rilden[/b][/center] Rilden picked up the pace, he saw Jamlamin ready to go, but he wasn't sure if his blade, or his would do much in a battle against the army... It didn't take long before another cry was shot out. They were found. "Don't let them escape!" One snared. Rilden was now going faster and faster, leaning the wagon side to side so they couldn't be shot by arrows. Some caught up with the wagon, and as Jamlamin fought the people on his side, Rilden held on to the reigns with one hand, and pulled out [I]Fortis[/I]. He blocked a swing from a blade, Rilden twisted the blade, and flipped upwards, the enemy's sword flying upward. he sliced the orc's chest, and he fell off his horse. Events like this kept happening, and Rilden no longer kept to the road. He wasn't going to lead them to the safest place in Vahldir. "Jamlamin! Now!" Rilden screamed as the orcs were not as close, the trees making them lose their pace. He didn't know how to describe the feeling of vanishing, but he was sure it was a nicer feeling than being stabbed. They fell to the floor, letting the wagon and horses keep going. Rilden slowly got up, not wanting to cause noise. He didn't know how long Jamlamin could stay invisible, but he had to guess that two people was even more difficult to control. They both quickly made their way to a small ditch in the forest, and he fell to his stomach under some leaves... "Where did they go?! The wagon is empty!" "Star looking everywhere! That was [I]Him![/I]" The two stayed as quiet as they possibly could, he could feel the Orcs and humans coming closer and closer... but thank the gods, they never found them. They both still sat in silence even when they did leave, just to make sure... and finally, Rilden slowly rose. "Come, now. We aren't that far... We can make it before the sun rises." And with that, the two set off for the road once more, almost entirely in silence the whole time just in case they were found. It had only taken a couple of hours before Rilden could see the rise of smoke behind some hills. "Faycrest..." Rilden said, exhausted from the day, but his pace not slowing. Once they got in the village, it was full of rolling hills and a large river in the center of the towns. Small houses were made on those hills, all looking warm and welcoming... It was as if they traveled 500 years back in time. To a place of safety and comfort. The two men were soon stopped by a Halfling, and a tall elf. It was Rhovanor. -------------------- [center][b]Rhovanor[/b][/center] Alura was very interesting. Not much people had that viewpoint on humans, or anyone lately. Especially elves. They were the perfect species, or were supposed to be. Hearing her say how she had hope for this human she had just met, amazed Rhovanor. He very much liked this elf... now for many reasons. The rest of the ride was surprisingly peaceful. They had to stop occasionally to make sure they weren't being trailed (Chiron helped with trying to find anyone. Luckily no one was there). The only time they heard something that sounded like an update on Rilden and Jamlamin's status was a cry that could only belong to Fusos' men. Rhovanor prayed that the thief didn't betray a good man... They finally made it to Faycrest. The village seemed to get rid of a lot of worry and stress for Rhovanor. As Alura and Chiron helped the refugees out, Rhovanor leapt off the wagon and stared where they came from, hoping not to see Fusos' men, or a fire in the distance. "What? What is the meaning of this!? Who are you? What are you doing here!" A squeaky voice exclaimed at the crowd. Rhovanor looked down to see a small red headed man, staring at them with terror. "We mean no harm. We are the party of the High King, Rilden. Son of Thaimos." Rhovanor said to the little Halfling. His eyes went wide. "T-Thaimos? His son? We have not seem the house of Aleden for centuries!" The Halfling said. "Well.. the wagon shows the truth. And Fusos isn't known for talking right away... Please. We will shelter you. I am Gregson. The mayor of the town... Are these injured? Here, I will lead you to the hospital... Ever since the House of Aleden had lived here, we constructed a few human sized houses..." He started to waddle off, a trail of them following after them. Rhovanor stood still though. He kept his eyes on the road leading to Damascus... He will stay up all night to make Sure Rilden was alright. ----------- Rhovanor had to poke himself many times to stay awake. He was sitting on top of a house as the rest of the village slept for once: peacefully. He watched the moonlight reflecting off the river water, he watched the smoke coming from the chimneys... the sounds of the wildlife... It was strange to think that the rest of the world was in terror and chaos... He was just on the verge of falling asleep before he saw something emerge on to the road... Two men... Rilden! Rhovanor leapt off the roof, and went for the mayor's house. Soon the two were running for Rilden and Jamlamin. "Its good to see you in one piece, my friend." Rhovanor said with a pat on his back, and giving a nod to Jamlamin. He was glad he decided to say. Although he wasn't so sure about his morals, he was sure they would need his assistance as well. "It was a tiring trip, my friend. I just hope you ride was more peaceful." Rilden said, giving a hand shake to the mayor. "We had no troubles." Rhovanor said. "Good... Now, Sir Gregson. I am in dire need of a place to sleep. Just give me the word and I could fall asleep on the road right now." "Oh no, The King is not going to sleep on the ground! Now, follow me Sir Rilden, and Sir Jamlamin." And together, they all made it to a place to sleep for the night.