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Raelnor’s rises quickly, taking the female’s hand for show but not actually using it to hoist himself up. The idea of being helped off one knee by a female was disconcerting.

“Up. To what end did you see it fit to ambush us on your lonesome?”

He sheathed his sword and shrugged the shield onto his back after yanking out the arrow that hand been shot into it. Raelnor kept his helmet on though, as he always did. The elf who refused to lower her bow made him edgy, and he kept one hand on his sword just incase they decided to renew their efforts. Raelnor wasn’t going to just fall over and die.

“My Brother Templar was killed by a group of bandits who then captured a child. A mage child who we were bringing to the Circle Tower.”

Raelnor looked around, his dark eyes scanning the forest.

“I’ll admit to having poor tracking skills and in my best efforts of pursuit, I lost their trail some time ago. I believed luck had guided me to the bandit’s camp. I was mistaken.”

He made it a point not to apologize for his actions. He was in the right, after all, and did what his duty called of him, given the circumstances. There was no need to apologize for that in his mind.

“You wouldn’t happen to have seen such a group of bandits? They would have been fleeing from Lothering, not more then five hours ago.”

The Templar gazed up into the sky where the rain was still beating down. That meant it had rained for almost six hours, give or take, without halt. He gritted his teeth. Thats a very bad omen. Raelnor had only seen it rain like that after a great battle, or great slaughter.

“If you could find a way to trust me, may we adjourn to the cave? This unnatural rain has already wreaked enough havoc on my armor as it is.”