Deorla

(For a full account of the actual tournament, go to A great tournament by Amaken )

Daphne wasn't quite sure what  she felt as she held the note from Deorla. Although she couldn't read much at all, she knew from the expressions of others, and the absence of Deorla, what the contents were. 

What an unusual day it had turned out to be! Daphne's mind was everywhere as she packed her belongings once again. Though it wasn't all bad, the day weighed on her. She was weary and longed to collapse into sleep. But she knew despite her exhaustion, her mind was too scattered and energetic to actually rest yet. 

It had been a quick ride, Furley's horse, Calista, responding to his need for urgency, and he had almost clattered into the commotion on the road north, before stopping and doubling back, finally skirting round the tree-line, out of sight from the group. 

Furley had his armour on, including his helmet strapped tight, and an expression mixed between a growl and sheer panic. Still, he kept his composure, as he held the horse's reins, ready to jump into the saddle, and had his sword loosened in its sheath. 

"Lady Dorvarun, lady Dorvarun, we got trouble!!"

Dorvarun was sitting in Hall of Fire, when she heard  the familiar voice, she closed one of the books that she was studying, and looked at the entrance. It was Duvainell, one of her company members that stayed back in Bree in order to help Deorla with the task that she gave her.