-----He let his eyes drift over the prisoners, and then settled on the prisoner that had so vehemently cursed the company before. He pointed a finger at him. Turning his head to regard Raven, "Stand guard...if you wish. I am... taking him to one... of the... dwellings."
-----"My questions?" The question was posed in rhetoric, yet a flash of unexplained anger passes his eyes as the Gorian comes to some conclusion. He turns to head back to the temporary stables, gesturing briefly to Raven, "Your choice, Raven . . . I trust your instincts."
-----Raven says to Whisper, "Whisper, I'm not a fond of people or elves. Don't trust 'em for the most part. As for understanding you, how well do any us know the true heart of someone? I judge people by their actions, not how you talk or look." Raven moves closer, "Yes I'll watch as you question him. Who knows, maybe I'll learn a thing or two." Raven flashes a snarl-like smile.
-----Raven motions for the wolf to come with him. Raven says to Whisper, "Lead on. Not too far away from the group if you please."
-----The Woodelf remained somewhat passive at Raven's initial retort, but gave a slight inclination of his head as acknowledgement of the human's point.
-----He motioned at one of the other humans to untie the prisoner from the tree, and waited for him to be handed over.
-----Head turned at Raven's last statement, Whisper indicated in the direction of the house which had the two corpses in it, by a nod and slight tuck of his chin.
-----Rinda casts an uncertain glance to Raven while Garrison's expression darkens as they watch Raven follow the elf.
-----Lovan raises his eyebrows as if impressed by the elf's actions. "I sense a rage within him," the storm priest utters.
-----Dilton unties the armored officer and the prisoner stares quietly at the elf who stands beside the Hunter and leads him away.
-----By this time, Sol has disappeared inside the house where the horses are kept.
-----Sol entered the house and once out of sight of his friends, lent against the wall and began to draw in deep breaths. Many of these came raggedly as the Gorian faltered, mentally. Sarah's absence, though more particularly the manner of such struck him again. The first time he had swallowed it down, and returned to the group determined to ignore the shock and pain.
-----It was not to be.
-----He buried his face into his gauntleted hands and tried to focus on something, anything that would help him forget the whole damned affair. Finally his thoughts settled; settled into one tangible theory. Why did he have to forget it? Why should he feel bad about all this. It was HER that left him . . . and from what she said, she still didn't understand him. And she left.
-----The Stormrager pushed himself with a shrug of his shoulders, and spun, thrusting his fist into the wooden planks of the wall in one moment of uncontrolled madness. The pain helped, a little bit. So he struck again, harder this time.
-----He took a moment to clear his mind, glad he had something to take the place of his broken heart. A vision of red; sorrow into rage. Strator be praised.
-----With comforting tones, Sol sought to soothe the horses, lone innocent witnesses of the warrior's actions.
-----But Sol is not alone. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he sees someone sitting on a sawn tree stump used as a crude chair. The old man sits calmly observing the horses and holding his staff across his lap. "Makes it awful tough on a young feller, this warrior life," he idly says. "Don' suppose ye gots a wife or family waitin' fer ye back home?"
-----Sol frowned as he considered the old man's question. As honestly as he could, he replied in tight tones, "Wife, no. I have family . . . close family, but I'm not sure I have a home anymore. What of you?"
-----The old man chuckles and suddenly his voice doesn't sound as old or as confused. "I find it does not matter as much as we get older," he says. "We have lived most of our life. If we are lucky, our life has been a full one. Soon my life is done and then I will walk elsewhere."
-----The old man then eyes Sol intently. "What is important is the life we can look back on. What we do with this life is important, but there must be time to appreciate those we can share it with."
-----Adjusting his posture on the stump, he adds, "There is no doubt, young warrior, you are very brave and honorable. But when this business of war is over, find yourself, find your family and share yourself."
-----Sol shifted uncomfortably on his feat. That the old man was showing clarity did not come as a surprise to the Gorian, nor did the man's method of hiding his 'true demeanour' bother Sol as much as it did with most similar occasions.