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She shrugged. "They haven't started that much earlier than us and they weren't going particularly quickly to start with. If we can travel quickly we shouldn't be that far behind. If things weren't the way they were I'd suggest we borrow some from the Rohirrim but there are rumours about him and that man's attitude spoke volumes about their suspicion of anyone these days.

"Let's go then if you've all got everything," Elrothiel said as Van returned to the clearing, "The sooner we start, the closer we are on the riders' heels." She pointed towards the spot where the riders had vanished into the trees. "They went that way, but I think we can save time but veering slightly westwards on less obvious trails."

Elrothiel nodded as she bent down to scan the route she had suggested following. "Mostly animal trails. It will be harder going but we will save a lot of time. What do you think?"

Walking atop the high wooden walls of Edoras, chainmail boots resounding off the cold planks with a dull thudding, Eroswyn shifted his gaze out to the endless plains, his mind slipping into a state of reminiscence. His thoughts drifted back to the time he had lost some of his friends, and nearly his own life, but was saved thanks to the efforts of a small band of travellers. A few strands of aven coloured hair fell over ebony occuli as a light chuckle escaped the confines of his lips when he recalled the group from weeks past. Had it really been that long? Only a call from one of the fellow watchmen stirred him back to reality, though the exact words were ignored. Eroswyn tended to pay little attention, if any, to his comrades, who were beginning to revere him as an outcast. He was still loyal to Rohan, but had on several occasions spoken out against King Theoden's advisor, Grima. It appeared that only he remained the last one still within the walls of Edoras that saw past the spell that had been cast upon Rohan and it's king. Seldom did its soldiers now take action against the ravaging uruks that pillaged their lands, save for himself and a small handful of his closest friends. A sigh came from his lips, silently cursing himself that he couldn't actively do anything against Grima, for any further open action against Rohan's invaders, would be considered "warmongering" in his eyes, and would result in his banishment, even death. He knew only one person he could talk to without fear of persecution, that being his horse Lunarexion, who had now completely healed it's injuries from the fall during the battle with the wargs. Turning around, he made his way along the wall, heading for the stables.

As Eroswyn made his way through the city, he tried hard to ignore some of the responses that he heard coming from the mouths of the townspeople. One said, "Hey, it's that heretic who's only kept around for his skill in battle", and one of their friends replied, "Tis a shame he's fallen from the light, he used to be one of our best warriors..." Eroswyn simply continued to walk, these comments now a common thing in his ears. Finally arriving at the stables, he made his way to the first stall where he knew Lunarexion waited for him. He didn't hesitate about opening the wooden door, allowing the steed to come out of its confines and make its way to him. He rubbed his head lightly, whispering things to him in so low an audible voice only the two of them could hear it, the speaker and the reciever. His saddle was already mounted on it, the only thing needed now was a rider, which Eroswyn quickly filled. He was tired of the squalor in the streets, a man kept captive in his own home. Eroswyn gave Lunarexion a swift, but gentle kick in the side, and galloped down the streets, soon arriving at the gate, which was quickly blocked by two of his fellow Rohirrim. "Halt Eroswyn, what business have you outside the walls?" Annoyed at the ever increasing investigations against him, he simply replied with a calm, yet still maintained a level of authority that he once had. "Peace, Eorlinga, I am simply going for a leisurely ride, I will stay within eyesight of the walls, trust me. And before you ask why I still don my armour and a weapon, there is no law against bearing arms for self defense." The man hesitated for a moment, pondering on his words, before giving a grunt of approval, stepping aside to nod to the gatekeeper, who quickly opened the gates. Not hesitating to stay within Edoras for one more second, he galloped off into the plains, not sure what his next move would be.

Elrothiel watched as a rider emerged from the gates and started to cross the plains towards them. It was too far to make out details but something about the rider struck her as familiar. "Someone's coming." She spoke to the others, still squinting at the figure. It didn't appear to have seen them yet but it was only going to be a matter of minutes.

Elrothiel suddenly recognised Eroswyn as he dismounted. She waved at him, grinning, until she realised he wasn't close enough to have seen them yet. She started off down the hill with a run. It was lucky that he was there as it would give them a good idea of the truth of the rumours they had been hearing.