“Your axe Tumbor, did you lose it to the swamp?” asked Jax. “Would you like for us to all try find it?”
“Not necessary. It is lost only by virtue that it was taken temporarily, and I shall not rest until it is rightfully returned.”
The twins looked at each other, then looked at Fraevon. Through all the years they’d travelled with the dwarf, they knew him to be a formidable adversary. Creatures several times his size had fallen to the blade he called ‘Trollcleaver’, and not once had they seen him come close to losing it.
“It must had been an epic battle my friend,” added Jax, resting a hand upon the dwarf’s shoulder.
“Not as epic as will ensue when my path crosses with that of the theif, but I see you all retrieved yours from the well?!”
Melvin smiled and flipped a dagger into the air, catching it again by the blade tip.
“Should have stayed with us in the tunnel.” Jax cut him a deathly stare.
“It would appear my desicion was wrong.”
“You did what you thought right at the time,” said Jax. “I’m sure there are others here that can relate.” He looked at Yulien, who immediately averted her gaze from his.
Fraevon had begun edging away from the group, his keen hearing attracting his attention to an unmistakable sound heading towards them taking the main road.
“What is it?” asked Melvin, spotting the Elf draw his bow and notch an arrow.