"no use escaping (or as we say in my group Escopied!) it will just make things worse i have a rule you try to escape and i shoot you to slow you down you try again and i shoot to kill.." she said this relatively calm her gaze not faltering

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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

Malhock looked at her with tired empty eyes. He nodded slowly and fell asleep on the floor.

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

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((((wait. I think I'm lost. What floor do you fall asleep on Malhock?" The wagon? Confusion! Ahhhh.))))
Rochnur lept down from the ledge, wincing a bit from pain as he landed the long fall.

(o.o I tink he meant ze glround...)

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~Cyclist in Training~

((((Okay, that works)))))
Rochnur watched as the poor man fell asleep. "He must be exausted." Rochnur thought to himself. "The fact that he's half starved to death doesn't help either." Rochnur stared at the sleeping man, then turned to Cora. "I think we should wait until he wakes." Rochnur said. "Let him regain his strength."

Cora looked at Rochnur a little disbelieving. She was compassionate, but not stupid. "Listen... he has his mind set on escaping because he has no other hope... in his mind we are all orcs, holding him captive, and he'll do anything to escape. We let him gain too much strength and he will be at our throats... we'll feed him more, and we'll give him rest, but I wouldn't go as far as letting him regain his full strength..."

Nevertheless, she leaned back against the wagon, her arms folded and her dark hair drifting over her shoulder in waves, as she waited for Malhock to wake on his own.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Renald had been able to cut the bonds enough, but didn`t want to act out yet and Renald just stopped then, he leaned on the wagon wheel with a slight smile. He looked at Cora with mockery in his eyes.

"So... tell me lady how is his situation going to get any better, if he doesn`t refuse? If he refuses and fights he might escape, if he doesn`t he will without a doubt be hanged. Who do you think rules over these things? Elessar huh? No, I`ve met couple of them and they are stubborn fools, they`ll execute him with or without noble acting..."

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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 glared towards the thief. "I think it would be best for you to close your mouth.... those words will not help him, and it certainly would not do any good for you"

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~Cyclist in Training~

Renald laughed at her.

"And I thought that speaking the truth was supposed to be a good thing? Deny it as much as you want to, but I know the rules and the ways of Gondor, from the lowest streets to the highest towers I know how people live and what sort of people are in charge. Every single day you meet another thief, then another day you hear he got impaled by a guard`s spear or shot in the throat. You realise that he wasn`t such a bad guy and that sticks to everyone, but ever wondered why there are thieves in the first place? Do you think we are greedy in the start?"

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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's glare faded into a strangely calm smile. "So what if you are right about Gondor, all the more for you to fear... we take the prisoner to Rohan. Things are different there. Besides, what happens to the common theives is not my problem. I chase bigger game, such as orc, warg, and wild men. This is merely something I was asked to do..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"By whom? Elessar? Or perhaps Eomer the king of Rohan?"

Renald hmped.

"I just do whatever to survive and yes I am a thief, I could have done something else, but I am just too damn good at this stuff and I will be all tough I own an inn..."

Renald grinned.

"Which is not enough always..."

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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!

Deawen grumbled something in a diffrent speech. "and do you think we will yield to your threats of him being hanged? i won't but i do have hope for him it is not that hard really it's mainly favor and politics....that is where i come in with alittle bribery and favor King Eomer may come round. sides he owes me a favor for my services..." 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

"I would have to say that you lie, but say whatever you want..."

Renald shrugged with a smile.

"But if I am wanted in Gondor and you are taking him somewhere in Rohan to be judged, then how can you blame me for anything? I haven`t commited crimes in Rohan and technically there is nothing wrong in standing up to myself, the ranger attacked me and I made a request you shot me, then you hurt me more in a way I am the victim here..."

Renald smiled.

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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!

Deawen went over to Renald she cut his bonds "then go..." she walked away a step then turned she drew a knife in a flash and held it to his throat "but if i see you around us again i will kill you i will not take you to authorities i will kill you myself. am i understood?"

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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 muttered in elvish under her breath and strode closer to Renald. "Your mouth alone will get you killed..." she hissed, her green eyes ablaze. Calming herself she stood straight, looking down at Renald. "You burned our wagon... that is offence enough... and you tried to help our charge to escape."

Cora was only slightly taken aback by Deawen's actions, but they seemed fitting somehow and she stood back and watched.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Renald smiled grimly.

"I`ll be a ghost"

Renald got up and took out his weapons carefully, he put them on him and smiled at them.

"You owe me a horse by the way..."

Renald turned away without another word and ran away.

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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!