Cora returned to her task of harnessing the horse, her green eyes focused for a moment on the retreating back of the thief. She smiled slightly towards Deawen. "I do believe you might yet have your chance to use one of those knives of yours... I have my doubts he will stay away. Seems he enjoys taunting us..."

_________________


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

Renald ran where he had set his camp and sneaked up the hill briging his equipment with him, he couldn`t resist cracking up at tomorrows sight as they would find themselves in a difficult situation.

_________________

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 fingered a knife she smiled at cora's words these were no ordinary knives they were poisoned with a posion that kills with in seconds there was an antidote but normaly it's so late.

_________________
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

"you should have used that blade." Rochnur said to Deawen. "I don't trust that man. What's to keep him from coming back and slicing our throats?" Rochnur growled softly, but quickly smiled. "But what's done is what's done. I won't worry any more than I have to. Just when he comes back, let me have a whack at him. I need to whack some one really badly"
He whistled a highpitched birdcall, and Kal came bursting through the forest, prancing as he trotted up to his master.
"Show off" Rochnur muttered.

Lenne slowly limped back to the others. She had left them for a while, so that she could gather her senses back. She shook her head and held her throat. She still tasted blood in her mouth, but decided to think nothing of it. She sighed and saw Rochnur and Cora. She was weak and tired, so she collapsed to the ground.

_________________



Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

Deawen watched Lenne limp back to them she pulled out a knife out of boredom she could have used it but it could have fatal a small slice could kill with this poison it was too risky for her and her victim.

_________________
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 looked over from harnessing the horse and noticed Lenne limping back, and walked over to help her. She got to her just intime to stop her from hitting the ground. Cora carried her over to the wagon and set her to the ground, wordlessly searching for signs of wounds. Pulling a flask from her satchel, she held it towards Lenne. "Here, drink this and it will renew your strength somewhat..."

_________________


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

Rochnur watched as Lenne limped back over. She was helped by Cora, who gave her a drink. He ran over to where the women were.
"Here" He said. He whipped some bandages out of his bag and tied them tightly around sluggishly bleeding head. Lenne washed her mouth out with the drink and spit it out. She took another swig, and swalloed it in one big gulp.

Lenne looked to Rochnur and Cora. "Thank you..." She whispered and took another drink of the healing water. She took deep breaths and held her head, in pain. It wasn't just her head, though. It was also her throat. She cleared it and sighed deeply.

_________________



Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

Deawen wanted to help Lenne but she seemed in good hands all Deawen could do any way was fully heal lenne but then be left weak something Deawen could not do

_________________
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

Rochnur roughly cleared his throat as his stomache rumbled. "When was the last time any of us ate?" he wondered aloud. "We need food." Now that all the excitment had died down, he had no doubt that everyone else was fealing the same way.

Cora looked at Rochnur, seeming puzzled at first. "Oh... food... well, then there should be some spare satchels of food beneath the seat of the wagon. Try not to consume too much, for that is all we have for the whole journey. The thief so happened to take much of it already..." She smiled apologeticly

_________________


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

Rochnur smiled gratefully at Cora. He found a small peice of bread and started nibbling on it. "You guys should eat to." Rochnur said. "I don't want you fainting on me."

Deawen nodded and reached into a saddle bag and pulled out a biscuit and consumed it.Deawen went over to her horse and checked him over there was no wounds to treat so she just sat down.

_________________
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 gave a slight shrug, leaning against the wagon with her arms folded. "I do not need anything. That is why I gave the thief mostly my supplies..." She smirked slightly, "I wouldn't want to be blamed for starving everyone here"

_________________


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

Malhock slightly opened one eye. He had been faking his rest to get information. He food and cosed his eye. They wouldn't care for him.

_________________

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

[!*#_:]