01-20-2010, 03:51 AM
The half-elf placed his hands on her shoulders, sighing. "Let us move forward later in the night," he said quietly, bowing his head. He was still behind her, for which he was grateful - his expression was pained. "When they sleep. I heard of a few more of them. The new recruits are whispering of their teacher's deaths. In their bunk house, there are a few that I can point out as traitors."
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