[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]"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names." - John F. Kennedy[/i][/color][/center]
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While not as skilled in tracking as Irime is, Kreneas could follow the trail of footsteps that the archer had left behind. The tracks were soft, yet they also were easily seen and able to be tracked by the magus. Reaching an outcrop, Kreneas heard running water and the skipping of rocks. Irime had heard his approach, and the next moment she was crying into his chest and hugging him tight. Out of respect and for his own emotions, Kreneas quietly embraced Irime and gently held the archer until she had finished crying.

Minutes had went by before Irime stopped crying, and Kreneas had not moved until she did. Once she was sure that she wasn't crying, Irime when to freshen up, but at the same time she apologized to Kreneas. [color=silver]"Don't be sorry. I understand well enough. It is natural for someone to feel like you are now when a close friend, or anyone close at all, dies."[/color] Kreneas replied, placing a hand on Irime's shoulder as he smiled back at her. He wasn't sure if any of his actions were making Irime feel better, but Kreneas certainly hoped so.

Then there was talk of hunting orcs. [color=silver]"Honestly, I'm not sure. Our superiors may want us to hunt down those that murdered your friends, but at the same time, we have a war to fight. You would have to ask them."[/color] Kreneas stated, wondering what exactly the higher-ups would want them to do. There was a lot at hand, and it was hard enough for himself to decide on what to do.

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