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Detheriel
Detheriel let out a yelp at Telryn's words, that were spoken with such deceptive calm. Leaping up from his meal, he ran towards the trees in pursuit, taking a slight detour to snatch up his bow and quiver.
With no time to arrange it properly, he tucked it under his arm and ran towards the sounds of combat ahead.
After he breached the perimeter of trees the trailing strap of his quiver caught in a branch, yanking it from his grasp. Cursing colourfully, he snatched an arrow from the ground and loosely notched it, abandoning the rest in his haste to reach the others.
He burst out of the forest into a small clearing, just behind Telryn's broad back.
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