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Vorastrix sat in the drivers seat of the wagon and, with a quick HYAH, began to follow the rest of the group closely behind. He kept his attention peeled, just to be wary. The enemy could be anywhere at any time, and he was going to make sure this boy would make it to his destination in one piece, even if Vorastrix himself had to die to ensure it....

Jolan kept much to himself during the journey, observing his duty with distinction. He was certain the journey would be relatively safe, but Vorastrix had shown a lack of faith in this assessment in his countenance. If a well trained wizard was worried, Jolan had cause to worry a bit himself. He had to marvel at the young boy's predicament. He had a certain familiarity about him, much like Isuldur did when he was young. Elrond was no fool when it came to matters, one way or another this boy was indeed important, and Jolan was keen on taking his duty seriously, regardless of how simple and short it would be.

" Not much farther my friends. Let us pray the rest of this journey will be just as quiet."

"We have been fortunate," she whispered. "I do believe that if we reach the Gap of Rohan within the next few days, we shall reach Edoras soon enough. But we are in Dunland... we need to keep our guard up." The golden runes that were exposed on her neck and part of her chest began to glow extremely faintly again. "The people of this land are not exactly friendly..."

At her knees, Estel turned in his sleep.

Vorastrix smiled, "Agreed." He said, addressing Jolan, "And I've some surprises in store for them as well. They do not call me Hidden Blade for nothing." He said with a small amount of glee in his voice. He had to admit, he always did enjoy a good fight once and again. He returned to the present from his thoughts and looked to the others. "Perhaps you two should get some rest for the evening. Don't worry, I'll take watch."

Jolan kept his calm, not wanting to give any indication he was hyper aware of the rustling. It was better to let the enemy fall into a sense of false security then to announce to them that they have failed to ambush.

" What has caught your attention so Adonneniel?"

Jolan took a few quick whiffs of the air, trying to pick up on any distinct scents.

What Jolan smells in the air was akin to rotted flesh, not so strong that whatever was causing the smell had also caused the rustle, but from the way the wind was carrying it, it was related.

Another, fainter, rustle came forth from the shrubbery near by. Some of the branches moved. A strange, hoarse voice began muttering barely audible nonsense from the source of the rustling.

Adonneniel slowly relaxed her grip on her blade, but kept a stronger embrace on the sleeping boy.
"You are probably right. I suppose my weary mind is playing tricks on me..."

From the bushes came a low growl and the smell became stronger.