Cynraede laid back along the bedroll as he exhaled deeply. The stars speckled the sky like thousands of brilliant diamonds, the moon brightly shinning in its full glory. Sights he would have never seen had it not been for the rangers that made Evendim their home. They stumbled upon him while he struggled with a pack of Barghests whom had wished to taste of his bones, and nearly did. He looked down at the bandage that lay neatly wrapped around his arm from the bites the beast gave him during the struggle, the bits of crushed leaves and herbs could just barely be seen wrapped along his forearm. Cynraede had never before seen such beauty as such in Evendim, the beautiful shimmering lakes and the ever green forests. However Evendim was as much a dangerous place, as it was beautiful. Something he hoped to use to his advantage the next morn as he searched for his friend and companion, Duramarth. Cynraede thought to himself as he looked down to the beautiful silver band, crowned with an emerald that had been cut with the symbol of a hart. He sat quietly, wondering to himself how Duramarth came about the ring, a question he would most surely ask him when they were back home. The young man closed his eyes at the thought of home, remembering how he was banished from the place he had called home. Perhaps this would change during their return home, perhaps lots of things would change. For he surely had change, for better or good, that was the debate.
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