XII.

The fire crackled pleasantly between the two battle companions, a sense of peace between settling over them. The shadows of the night were chased away by the light of the campfire and covered both the Savage Woman and the Golug with pleasant orange and yellow shades. 
The Lone Lands were cold at night. The lack of vegetation and the abundance of dried earth didn't allow the warmth of the day to stay, leaving everything to cool down at alarming rates at night. However, neither woman seemed to be bothered by the temperature changes, one because of their nature, the other out of habit. 

Assaj had removed her hood, settling it upon her lap, along with her bag filled with the papers, books and maps both she and the Golug had collected. The raid on the orc camps had been liberating for former slave. It hadn't been as satisfying as killing those who had kept her in slavery, of course, but it had been pleasant to finally let go. She ahd fought savagely, allowing the beast inside of her to unleash, unabashedly before the elf woman. And Morwee had not made a comment about it, merely fighting at her side with her usual, precise cleanliness in her shots. And whenever an enemy came too close, Assaj would tear them apart, axe cleaving, teeth shredding and dagger piercing, not allowing a single one to touch her companion. The effectiveness of their teamwork was nearly staggering, for neither knew each other for long, or particularly cared for each other as well. 

Pale eyes kept on staring on the letter that was missing half a page. The mention of a spy that had it's eyes closely set upon her friends and companions worried her. It was written in westron, but badly so, mixed words of Black Speech and something else mixed throughout it. Probably to throw off most who'd get their hands on it, however that did not stop her from getting the general message. 
The description of the woman resembled the Baby and that made her wary and afraid. Not long before she and Morwee had to set off, a dark skinned woman had approached her, calling herself by the name of Altan. Assaj had needed all of her self control not to cleave her down right in the middle of a public place. And while the woman had said no lies, she had not liked it. Her own insecurities - and damn she'd know how the woman had gotten her hands upon it - would not stop her from following either Pellam or Angelnarth. The fact the woman had made mention of the Baby had unsettled her as well. Was the Baby a spy as well?

A groan escaped her and at the Golug's worried glance, Assaj quickly waved her hand in reassurance, placing the letter back in her bag, folding it neatly. While doing so, her fingers brushed the salve Pellam had given her mere months ago. It felt longer, truth be told, and it made her chest constrict in an unfamiliar and yet recognizable way. Said young man had vanished, once more, leaving Angelnarth to trail after him. 
Shaking her head, she quickly snatched her hand away and leaned forwards to grab her part of the rabbit that hung over the fire. Sentimentality would have to wait till later. Right now, better keep her mind fixed upon their goal...