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The sun was shining bright, and a thin mist hovered over the plains. Lorna hadn't stopped pestering Tobrecan with her questions all morning, and soon became angered that he wouldn't answer her.
"What were those cries I heard coming from deep in the wood last night? I know something was there, now tell me!" she demanded as the horses were being mounted. She saw a purple flower sticking out of the grass and stuck it in her hair.
"It was nothing, now ride!" Tobrecan said with faux impatience. Wyniel expected them to sing, but Tobrecan looked very weary. He was cut above his eye, but insisted that it was from a branch.
When they stopped for lunch, Tobrecan finally told Wyniel all he knew, which made her terrified, and wishing she hadn't asked.
"The camp we set up last night was very close to a few stray orcs passing nearby." He whispered. "They were small, but put up quite a fight. I killed them all, though, unless a few were unaccounted for and slipped into the forest. Not to fear, though! Your journey the few more miles will be safe!" he announced, and then they set off to the white city in the distance.