He kept riding and riding until the horrid sounds fainted. He then finally reached the Isen river, and looked behind him. The camp's fires were nowhere to be seen and all Angelnarth could hear now was the water's peaceful gurgling. He dismounted, and gingerly crossed the deep waters of the river while guiding his horse behind of him by its reins.
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The Great River
