Duncan had fallen asleep and was snoring lightly from the back of the cavern. Connor had been allowed to get up and move, and now he stood staring out into the darkening sky, wondering if Guin was alright. The first thing that Connor was worried about was that his and Duncan's swords were missing. None of the Rangers had seen them when they had brought them here and they were not in their normal places in the coats of the men. Someone had taken them and Connor feared that if Guin found them, she might think them dead.

"Who would go to such troubles to do this to us?" Connor wondered out loud.

"That is something I would like to know," a voice interrupted his musings.

Connor turned to see Faramir coming towards him. The man looked worse for wear but he still walked like he had never seen a battle that day. Connor turned back towards the opening.

"Do you like the view?"

"Not really. It reminds me of too many things that I wish to forget."

"Things like what?" Faramir asked, trying to find out a little more about this man.

Connor sighed a little before saying, "Like the window that I had to watch out of when a woman I swore to protect was sentenced to die by burning. Like the cave that I was forced to get out of when one of my teachers battled three other people who came after me. There is more but a lot of it you wouldn't understand.

"You were forced to watch a woman burn?" Faramir asked in disbelief.

"Aye. Though, I did manage to get her off the stake before the fire claimed her life. It was the arrow thirty seconds later that claimed her mortal life."

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to draw up such painful memories."

"I have lived with such memories all my life. It is common for me to explain them to others."

They stood there in silence. Both were strangers to the other but they felt comfortable in each other's presence. Finally, Faramir broke the silence.

"What does this woman look like? The one you were asking about?"

"She is tall, proud, and a little on the annoying side when she puts her mind to it. She is an excellent swordsman though she prefers fighting hand-to-hand. Her hair is dark brown while her eyes glint like steel."

"You make her seem like that is common for women. Do all women fight where you come from?"

"At my home, the women would fight if the enemy ever came into the village. She was brought up in a home where there were enough men to fight. When I found her, she had never lifted a sword. I had to teach her how to fight with a sword. Nowadays, there are more women who fight, but that is still not something that is common place."

"Neither is Guin common," a new voice said.

Both turned to watch Duncan coming towards them.

"Guin? Is that her name?" Faramir asked.

"Aye, that is her name. It is shorter than her birth name but she prefers it that way," Connor said.