Morroch watched the three, looking between the boy with the blade, the noble born woman, and the archer, taking not of their faces, of every detail he could. And when he was addressed, he chuckled, lifting his hands defensively. "Oh, oh no!" he said, chuckling again. "I live not too far from here and I heard voices as I was passing by, so I came to investigate..." He looked to the fourth weapon, eyeing the thick handle of the hammer thoughtfully. "I tried a long while ago to take these weapons and, to be honest, I never expected to live long enough to see the four who would take them..." He turned, eyeing the ravine below with an almost cold eye, absently wondering when the fourth would make his appearance. "My name is Mordo, by the way," he said, the name a false one. He knew it was slim, but it was a chance these three were savvy in the old tales and knew of him and his brothers. And he wouldn't take that chance.

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