After the fight

The Gates of the Tower opened and the man with the grey robes walked through, enraged. Behind him limped a man dressed in a ripped black cloak with a chain mail underneath, he was stil holding his weapons, a scimitar in his right hand and a longsword in his left. Once inside the walls he left them drop on the floor, limping behind the first man, leaving a trail of blood behind him. The sound of the dropping weapons made the first man turned around abruptly, as if he had forgotten what he had to say and shout aloud!
-You disappointed me Erenkhad. Two Rangers and two girls beat you! I thought you were strong!
-But the plan was carried out...
-Silence! The plan was carried out and we drew blood as we wanted. Now we wait. Go wash up and don't let me see your face for some days!
Erenkhad gathered his weapons and left the Hall, the other man stood in front of the altar and then leaned against it, his thin fingers stroking it gently, he frowned as he thought what has happened but then he smiled. His head turned to the right where some Hobbit remains were hanging and grinned.
-At least we have what we needed, we took the first step, those Rangers and that band didn't stop us in time!
He laughed frantically and turned to leave, towards his room. The guards closed the door loudly behind him and turned to the window up high, it was now midday...