ewancummins wrote:FOERDE
RocEter wrote:
Foerde chuckles softly and then smiles at Fhylie. "Ah. Now I remember, you were always better with tactics and strategy then I was. I was, still am, more of 'play by it ear' kind of man." He says. "Don't think I have forgotten those lessons. I am aware that danger could be lurking over the next rise."
He scopes out the terrain and checks the rear again. "Still just as much as chance that we surprise our enemy. I'm fairly certain the goblins haven't a clue they lost the abbey."
"I hope that they don't know. But we cannot be sure. They may be headed north in wild flight, or perhaps they are going there to retake the abbey, having had news of your capture of it. But, yes, I suspect they don't have a clear idea about what's gone on up there, as much as we aren't entirely clear about their movements and intent. That’s war."
She shrugs and rides further ahead, still surveying the land after the sun’s uppermost rim finally drops out of sight behind the rounded, pink-veiled tops of the Seamists.
Foerde may recall that half-elves typically carry the gift of elven sight.
There is a new moon tonight, so that when the gloaming dies, the cloud-wrapped stars will be all the large party has got to see by, unless someone lights torches or lanterns.
The rain still falls, more heavily now, as the troupe enters lower country.
He pushes his mount a little harder to catch up to Fhylie. "You know I don't mind riding by star light but those people back there don't have your keen elf sight." Foerde says. "Might be best to let a couple of light some lanterns or torches." He says.
He shrugs and keeping a more careful eye on the road ahead, with out the moon and the cloud cover this road just a little bit more dangerous. "Now before get to Fox Run and things become more formal, tell me what you've been up to these past twenty or so years."
