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Branur snarled as he heard a voice mocking him from behind, a echoing voice that called a him a disgrace to his people in blunt words. The Captain turned to see the verbal attacker, his mind focused on him and only him. As if he were a wolf aiming for a finishing blow. "And wh-" The Gondorian's eyes widened as he noticed who and what the being the was.

A Wraith, an Oath-Breaker, a Shade of a Dark past.

The creature introduced himself and Branur calmed himself for a moment before stepping forward. A hand on the hilt of his blade. But suddenly a massive white wing came between the two and loud screeching noise filled the room. The screeching of an agitated Eagle. "We shall have none of this! You are comrades!" The massive bird spoke with a deep northern accent, a chilling charismatic noise even for an animal.

"He challenged my people and my honor! Even when he has none himself!" Branur argued but was stopped again by the large white avian.

"I do not care... You have had your say, and you are surely a wrong choice to bear this rings." Branur gave an indignant glare before finally seceding, walking past the Haradrim to stand near the other end of the room.

The eagle searched about the room until its massive eyes came upon Verza. "This one speaks with a wise tongue, but can we really trust him... A rotation of the rings would only circulate greed amongst ourselves... No... We need one bearer for each ring, as the Elves bore them before. But the ones to carry them must be stout of heart and mind and care deeply for this world a being within it. That is my peace." The eagle moved back to its perch and watched the group again.

Branur on the otherhand was standing near the door. "Whatever is to be decided must be done with haste." He uttered in a semi-defeated fashion, obviously nursing a wounded pride as he stared at both the Wraith and Haradrim with a hate know only uon battlefields, a hate between soldiers.