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Geordie was almost always cheerful; a happy go lucky little pixie at best but the approach of the black clad stranger along with the noise of a battle somewhere close by was way too much for him. With a look of horror on his face he took a flying leap grabbing a hold of Kyonos’ beard and hiding behind the bristles. It took a few minutes for his poor little heart to stop pounding before he parted the beard in the middle and poked his small head through just enough to see what was going on.
By all appearances Kyonos (his savior in his moment of need) seemed to be ready to do battle with the strange black clad creature. On the other hand Rorig was getting much to curious for one who did not understand the way of things in the wider world. It was at the precise point that Geordie went to open his mouth that he thought he espied an elf lurking in the trees not too far from where they were gathered. The elf seemed to be watching the little group of travelers gathered by the giant’s wall as if waiting for something.
”Oi Kyonos… there’s an elf over in the trees; can you see him?’ he shouted as he twisted about to get a look up at the face of the dwarf whose beard he was seeking shelter in.
All the while this was going on the sounds of a fierce battle was still being played out without any appearance of ending soon.
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