by Haelewulf » Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:07 am
((*grins* Indeed, very nice!
And naturally, while loyalty to the Thorn is hardly foremost of Wulf's priorities, he is hardly going to refuse to answer a call to arms to rescue a companion!))
Wulf watches Lirandel wordlessly, his eyes keen, his expression pensive, then nods, a look of resolve settling on his features.
"My aid is yours, Mornereg, for as long as it takes, til your lady is returned to your side."
He chuckles suddenly. "Besides... it'd be a shame for all that training to go to waste."
'And perhaps, while such concerns occupy their minds, we can learn something of the true motivations behind these folk who hold information so tightly...'
A dry chuckle emanates from Feondwulf, echoing in the privacy of Haelewulf's mind. 'Your naivete continues to amuse, little brother... you think that those who have withheld information from you will let it slide so easily now? This dark Elf has had centuries to hone his gift for secrecy. You are a greater fool than even I think if you believe that he will disclose his mind to one so crippled with... honour.' The invisible lips sneer the last word, and Wulf's jaw clenches as he fights to keep his expression immobile.
'We will see... 'brother.' We will see.'