In worry Ilinfer looked to her companion. Was he always this nervous? His voice suggested panic and that was something they didn‘t nee - she didn‘t need - when in danger. If he had ever been in a fight before? He should now that staying calm and keeping a cool head would be more helpful than what he just presented. She had thought him experienced and skilled. Now however her view changed, the shift not noticeable to those around her. She would have to protect the noble that could cause their demise if he acted so harshly in similar situations far more dangerous than this one.

Helpless the man raised his hands. “I can see you have a rather jumpy companion.” He said in a low voice. Ilinfer joined in on Rhoynars threat, also holding her blade under the man’s chin. “Answer the question!” Her voice was deep, threatening even. She had known Darren for so long. He had been an honorable man! A man who had been a dear friend to her husband. The woman’s eyes were fierce as the man raised his chin to back away from the blades, cutting himself in the process, a small trickle of blood oozing down his throat. He sighed deeply before answering. “I am on my way to pay a friend my respects . . .” He looked at Ilinfer intently.

A deep flush rose to her fair cheeks, visible in the fires soft light. Darrens burning hand still illuminated the clearing, throwing distorted shadows on the area surrounding them. She felt dizzy. There was so much going on in this moment. Her head was spinning. Rhyonar needed protection. She had to be alert at all times especially now. Darren was talking about paying a friend respect and she thought she knew exactly who he was talking about. But she didn‘t want to hear it! No, this was something he‘d be wise enough not to mention . . . or was it?

„I‘m sorry for what happened to Jarlath . . .“ She silenced him by lifting her sword so it bit into his skin, making more blood ooze. „You‘d best leave now!“ The northern woman‘s voice was as cold as ice, her gaze the same. With the flush in her cheeks she looked angry and threatening although she just felt sad and wanted this torturous situation to end. Darren lifted his hands and backed away very slowly, heading in the direction of the road.