"please sit then..." Deawen said motioning towards another chair

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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

Aramel gratefully accepted the seat and listened intently to the conversation.

Amoniel leaned back comfertably in her chair and folded her hands. The trick was to remain calm.
"I'll tell you who I truly am, if you tell me some information that i want, for my personal use." Amoniel lied.

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Aramel watched suspiciously. ''As I will." she agreed. The stranger's eyes seemed to glow with a sudden light.

"ask away..."Deawen said

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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

"Why are you here? And what are you planning? Also, why have you been declared a traitor?" Amoniel said, although she knew almost all of these she was just stalling.

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"that seems alittle extensive to be for personal use..." Deawen remarked "i told you why im here and as for planning hold on as long as i can which i govern is along time i won't attack The white city no....to large and tiresome most likely i won't attack lest they give me cause...for instance three of my phantoms were captured recently i assume thats how you came to know where we were...declared a traitor? i told you that.. i don't repeate myself that often...now let my ask you some questions..." Deawen said all of this with out taking her eyes off the girl " who are you what buissness do you have with the king? don't think i can't see through your petty lies i have seen every lie tried its not easy to lie to me....if you fear being harmed or killed don't i won't allow it unlike most i do believe in a simple talk to gain information...i was not given that when i was captured years ago..."Deawen at the last part looked hurt a burning of the past...

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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

Amoniel looked on the woman, she had gotten little information that she was hoping to get.
"I'm Amoniel Elensar, I work for the king. I am a spy for the Crown. I was tasked to you to find information." Amoniel said.

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"then i say to you Amoniel go do what you wish i have no use for you.."Deawen said she stood up.

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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

"I can't leave with out information. I was also tasked to capture a phantom, but I will find that hard to do, now that you know who i am." Amoniel said. She was just giving a reason to stay around camp, look for something of value.

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"it would have been hard to do any way alone for i know it took many of your men to capture my three phantoms....i really don't like you being in my camp but i mustin forget my manners..." she smiled a sweet smile not a fake one but an honest smile "would you like to dine with me?"

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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

"We would love to," Aramel replied. She had gotten her friend's idea, and went along with it. "Maybe we can find out more about her...

Amoniel nodded reluctantly. She didn't trust this woman however much she said she wouldn't harm them.

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Aramel noticed that Amoniel had a look of suspicion in her eyes. The fire glowed brighter as the three sat together. Something didn't feel right.
Aramel just couldn't trust this woman, no matter how much she tried.

Deawen knew they would not trust her no one did tell it was too late before thier own suspicions and fear consumed them.Deawen left the tent for the moment

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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

"Amoniel!" Aramel fiercly whispered. "Where's she going?"