Renald grinned with a smile.

"Never trust a thief ranger, that`s my motto..."

Renald said as he ran as fast as he could into the night towards the mountains.

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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!

Cora had galloped her horse after Malhock and cornered him thennoticed him vanish into the darkness of a cave. She leapt from the horse, her sword drawn, and carefully entered the cave, sword horizontal at eye level.

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(o.o *having hard time keeping up*)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Renald sat down by the rocks still observing the situation above the cave from a rock, he drew his alcohol bottle and took a drink, he poured some on his back and took the head off with a grin on his face. As he finally managed to get it off he sighed slightly, he began putting bandage on it as he observed the situation.

Then he just sat watching on the rock above.

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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!

Malhock was cornered. She had a sword and the ranger was bound to be with them. He couldn't go back to a prison cell. He just wouldn't be able to handle it again. He thought he was free. Free from pain and torture, but still he was hunted and hurt. He was mentaly and physically echausted. He just wanted freedom.
Malhock sighed and got up. He held his arms out wide and limped over to her.
"I surrender."

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[!*#_:]

Cora hesitated, glancing him over for a weapon. "Good... turn around and hold your arms behind you," she spoke as she cautiously approached him, sword in one hand, a length of elven rope in the other.

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Malhock did as she said. He turned and fell to his knees. His leg seeped blood and he groaned in pain. He put his thined hands behind his head and let his head fall.

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

[!*#_:]

Cora tied his hands carefully then with some effort, lifted the prisoner over her shoulder and trudged back to her horse. She draped him over her horse and headed back for the wagon, her green eyes glancing Malhock over with a look of pity. "I'll take care of your wounds when we get back to the wagon," she mumbled quietly, almost apologetically. She nodded once to Elegost, assuring him she had the prisoner under control.

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Renald heard the words and laughed slightly.

"Would you be kind enough to take care of my wounds too?"

He laughed as he got up on the rock with the bottle in his hand.

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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!

Cora sent a harsh glare towards the theif. "Leave us be... we have a duty to carry out and you're interfering..."

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Renald grinned.

"Duty? You have a duty my lady? You have a duty of taking this man to another place where he will be executed without a doubt, I don`t like executions and I know since many of my friends have suffered that fate, but anyway he just caught my attention besides I was going to rob you since he seemed to do it without a reason, but that`s not the truth now is it? I`d like to hear what he has to say, that`s all..."

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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!

Cora walked on. "Then speak, if he answers, so be it, I won't stop him from talking." She stopped beside the wagon and set the prisoner on the ground, beginning to tend to his wounds. She looked towards Renald. "Go ahead and ask him whatever you wish, I care not..." Her keen eyes, their green shimmering, kept sight on both the theif and the prisoner as the dawn began to arrive.

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"Isn`t it obvious?"

Renald hmped.

"I want to hear his side of the story, but ultimately that is the truth..."

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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!

"I am only an escort, not his babysitter... I don't know his life or reasons, I merely carry out orders, so do not ask me..." Cora replied while tying off the last bandage.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"Sure and I am thief whom should be probably hanged for his crimes in Gondor, but oh well..."

Renald shrugged as he still stayed away from them waiting an answer.

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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!

Cora smirked slightly, her tone promising. "Then you better watch your back... after these orders are carried out, I do as I wish, how I wish... I've hunted down many..."

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~Cyclist in Training~