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Garlock leaned back in his chair, he gazed out of a nearby window into the street below, with a swift grunt he rose with a fiery look in his eye.
He stared out of his window at an elf of fair hair, carrying a bow and a blue cloak. "Me should strike now!" he grunted to himself. He continued to eye the Elf, who began to move swiftly towards the ancient tombs.
Garlock raced down the creaky stairs of the inn and slowly began to pursue the elf.

The Elf continued his journey to the north of the island blissfully unaware of the Orcs presence.

Thalodos's journey would soon end.....

Watching from the shadows within the tombs an elf wearing an old grey cloak watches the younger elf approaching, with hes motionless stance and hood which covers hes fair hair the silent watcher to most would seem to be part of the surrounding stonework.

As the one he watches nears the tombs he spots another large figure advancing with speed.

With a slow gracefull action the watcher rises a hes bow, and trains the arrow he has ready at the larger figure which advances upon the unaware youngling.

' Tikasha morderth follower of the Bonelord '