"Ah yes, Rochnur, direct from Eomer himself." Cora bowed. "It is a pleasure to accept you into our company, though it isn't too pleasent of company," she motioned with her hand lightly towards the wagon holding Malhock. "You may simply call me Cor, and this is Lady Rhavaniel" She then turned to greet Lenne with a light bow. "And who may you be, milady? The prisoner has behaved terribly from what I heard, but all he does at the moment is hiss, growl, and stare, but he is well contained at the moment." Cora raised her head slightly as she glanced around, her face still shadowed by the hood.

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Deawen was very hesitant about going anywhere near the others but their company seemed to grow evey minute, at least they had numbers should the prisoner escape. " are we Ready now to move?" she asked turning bredol "and If he does try to escape...he won't be able to get far" she said trying to comfort her own fear, she swallowed her deep past this was just too much like hers but instead of giving in she fought twice as hard.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Renald entered the stables and took his horse out of it`s place, he kept whistling as he tapped the horses neck with a smile before turning away his hand around the leash. He quietly exited the stables and stopped by another corner farther away where he could see the caravan, he was in the shadow so that he wasn`t really spotted farther away spying on them.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Ah, Lady Deawen, I must have been blind not to have noticed you..." Cora bowed again then nodded. "Yes, we are about to depart." She waited for the guards to get the wagon going and she herself remained on foot, not too far behind the back corner.

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The guards looked at her with a confused gaze.
"We are not going my lady, we have our duties here. You were brought to esscort him yourself. The front of the wagon has a compartment filled with food and suplies."
He nodded to her and waved for the rest of the guards to move back to there positions.
"I hope you have a safe journey, and whatever you do..."
He leaned closer to Cora.
"Don't let him out."
He looked sternly to her and then walked away.

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The guards were leaving? This was going to be easier than he had expected, he could at least get some coins and supplies from these fools since he didn`t want to get involved with the rohirrim guard in the cities as he was visiting them. All tough he had things elsewhere he travelled around in Rohan just to make profit or just for fun, now he could perhaps even get the rohirrim busy catching a murderer....

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(Yeah sure but its getting a bit crowded)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Aelin looked up at the sound of her name. She looked to see the man whom had spoken. "I am here," said Aelin, popping out of the shadows silently and suddenly.
As far as the rest of the group would know, she would still be a shadow. The ranger never really talked much at all.

((Please note that I will be adding onto my profile constently, because Aelin it a new charrie.))

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Cora mumbled something as the guard left. "All ours.... ah alright then, Rochnur, you will take the first turn on the reins of the wagon. I shall walk behind. Aelin..." She nodded slightly. "You shall be our.... shadow so to speak." She gave a knowing smile, though it was somewhat sheltered beneath her hood.

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Deawen leaned slightly towards the one that just came up. "and who may you be sir?" she asked

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Deawen stiffened she had a stern look but her mouth was clamped shut. her horse stamped

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Cora roughly snatched the apple from him and with a hidden sly smirk, fed it to one of the horses. "You may call me Cor, and as to what we are doing.... we are certainly not providing food for gawkers. We are transporting a prisoner, and unless you are on of the escorts, I suggest you keep to yourself..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Deawen relaxed at bit her horse stopped stamping as her energy went back to normal. "well if we are going lets go soon before dark!" she called out

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Lenne gently bowed to Cora and smiled. "My name is Lenne. I am the Captain of my group. We are from the western side of Rivendell. I heard that you were in need of assistance, so I came. " She sighed and looked into the wagon, that held the prisoner. "He isn't behaving, eh?" She glared at him.

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Cora nodded to Lenne, then warned in her low voice, "Don't bother glaring, it'll only provoke him and get him what he wants most likely..." She looked towards Deawen and smiled slightly from beneath her hood. "As you wish, milady..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Rochnur took the riens of the wagon, and whistled to Kal. The big draft stallion ambled over to Rochnur and trotted beside the wagon, close to Rochnur. He clicked his tongue, and the horse that pulled the wagon started to move forward at a brisk walk. Coming out of the city the road was fairly smooth, but Rochnur knew that futher on it would be bumpy.