Angelnarth

The fresh air filled the hunters nostrils, air he had not tasted in quite some time that had once been so familiar. His tattered cloak wrapped around his slender figure, the brooch upon his breast shining like freshly polished silver. He paused for but a moment, running his fingers across the worn, weathered wooden sign that simply read ‘Arrowhaven’.

On the road from Starkglen to Arrowhaven, Sarnai loosened her grip on her mount's reins and let her mind wander, allowing the horse to slow to a leisurely walk.

Returning from the Lair was a noisy affair. The place was so recluse from the rest of the world, that she had nearly forgotten what it meant to be part of something bigger than just her and her sole companion. And truth be told, the noise was grating on her nerves already. 

Golug, were in her humble opinion, a nuisance. Brushing a bit too fiercely her steed, the horse snorted irritably and quickly the Savage Woman patted him on the rump, trying to soothe the beast. After a few minutes of murmuring nonsense to the horse, she went back to her task, muttering under her breath concerning the pointy eared, greenery nonsense loving race. She really disliked the one who had threatened to shoot her.

Too much happened in too little time. And the more things that happened, the less Assaj felt in control of the situation. And feeling powerless was something she was not used to feel. Far too many emotions were warring inside of her, most of them foreign, and all of her usually so reliable instincts were a mess, leaving her with nothing to get a grasp onto. 

Freedom. she wondered if the one raised by golug realized that it felt more like a prison now than being taken out of a cage. Though, when considering some of their previous conversations and spats, she supposed he did. He had challenged her after all, making her fight against the iron bars of her own mental prison, wording it so that if she did not follow him, she would be the lowest of the lowest to her own principles. 

Assaj preferred not to think anymore about what had just transpired between her and the one raised by golug. The anger and the threats that had emanated from him still lingered, despite his apology. She still didn't understand much, except for two things. He did not wish to be called Master and if he ever left her behind, she'd be irrevocably alone.

Brigands are nasty, uncomfortable things that made you late for rescuing weaklings. They were like bugs, easily squashed, but sadly, rarely did they ever give her a reward worthy for her time spending on them. 

He had given her an opportunity to kill him, or to even leave him behind. And Assaj could've laughed at herself for not taking either option. She couldn't even tell herself why.

Rivendell. Last homely house or something, legendary refuge and she had not a single, infinitesimal idea of how to get there. Because of course it had to be in some mysterious hidden location, deep in the Trollshaws.