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Legolas
He thanks the wolf for bringing him this far. It had proven a great help in picking up the trail of his friend, and Sorsha. The den is well hidden, but it has clearly been occupied by a wolf. Still, it also had an air of humanity aout it, as if it's inhabitant was not fully a wolf.
It was indeed empty now. One look at the rotting corpse of a deer shows him it has been so for too many days. Again, he had lost the trail. And there would be no point in knocking on those heavy double doors to ask if the priests might have seen a Faeralan pass by.
If Rrang was gone, that would mean Sorsha was not around either. But the den told him she had indeed spent a lot of time here.
Darklock growls a 'you're welcome', then bounds off, back to his family.
Picking a random direction, Legolas starts walking again. He would trust luck and the gods for now. Jaime, Sorsha and Rrang were just the mix you needed to start a chain of events which, he had no doubt, would throw the entire kingdom into chaos. Given enough time, he would have more than enough rumours to lead him.
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