Climbing back up on Shadow, Drithor backed him up till he was slightly behind and to the left of Zilvtree. Peering into the darkness, Drithor saw the party that Birdo had mentioned. It was about ten to fifteen strong, slightly smaller than any attack party usually sent to the surface, which ment they had come to track someone down. His first thought was that they had come for Zlivtree, or even worse, him. But it had been four hundred years, why would they even believe him to be alive?
Birdo, do you see anyone who looks to be a captive? he thought to the raven. Yes, there is a female in the center, wearing bloodstained rags and being prodded with spears. I thought your kind worshipped the females. We do. I wonder why they would treat her like that?
There is a female in the center of the group. Birdo believes her to be a captive. Be careful. Drithor whispered to Zilvtree, slipping off the stud again and drawing his blades. He stood at the side of her mare and waited.
((Sorry, I read it at 4 in the morning, and my mind was just like bleh. Then I kept forgetting about it.))