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It wasn't often that Rovan went out onto a patrol on his own. Typically, the militia would have sent out at least a couple others with him, but his village had come down with a horrible illness, and he was one of the few who hadn't caught it.
He had very mixed feelings about being out here. On the one hand, it put him out of the risk of exposure to the disease, but on the other he was on his own. Being on your own on patrol was a dangerous place to be.
Well, Agathar, he said, leaning forward and patting his horse's neck. It's just the two of us out here, he said. At least he had his faithful horse at his side. Surely, the two of them could overcome anything. In his early twenties, this wasn't Rovan's first patrol, but he was no veteran warrior. Most of his time was spent as a blacksmith in the local village, but every man was a soldier in his town as with the Rohirrim as a whole.
They moved along at a moderate pace, and in the distance made out the forests of Lorien. He had always been warned against going there. Rumors of an elf witch of great power had always been thrown around from the elders.
To the north Lorien and to the south Fangorn. We have eerie woods on every side, he said with a shake of his head. These patrols rarely ever yielded anything anyway. The occasional orc or two, but rarely ever even in a larger pack. In all his patrols he'd only come across two actually hunting parties.
He had very mixed feelings about being out here. On the one hand, it put him out of the risk of exposure to the disease, but on the other he was on his own. Being on your own on patrol was a dangerous place to be.
Well, Agathar, he said, leaning forward and patting his horse's neck. It's just the two of us out here, he said. At least he had his faithful horse at his side. Surely, the two of them could overcome anything. In his early twenties, this wasn't Rovan's first patrol, but he was no veteran warrior. Most of his time was spent as a blacksmith in the local village, but every man was a soldier in his town as with the Rohirrim as a whole.
They moved along at a moderate pace, and in the distance made out the forests of Lorien. He had always been warned against going there. Rumors of an elf witch of great power had always been thrown around from the elders.
To the north Lorien and to the south Fangorn. We have eerie woods on every side, he said with a shake of his head. These patrols rarely ever yielded anything anyway. The occasional orc or two, but rarely ever even in a larger pack. In all his patrols he'd only come across two actually hunting parties.
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