A Strange Fellowship

Tiella and Balar had been shown to private quarters in one of the lower tunnels and as the evening drew on they sat in silence watching the coals burn low in the fireplace. The double cot they had been given was comfortable and it seemed they would get a peaceful nights sleep for the first time since leaving the Hangmans Noose.

"What do you make of these companions of ours?" Tiella asked breaking the silence.

Balar gave her a considered look and smiled, "Which ones?"

Tiella laughed, "All of them I suppose."

"I like the giant."

"You would."

"I think he is the most trustworthy at the least. The Dwarf looks out for herself as does the thief."

"No arguments about Majvoc," she replied "but I think the Dwarf might prove more of a boon to the group than even she would like to admit."

Balar raised an eyebrow but did not gain say his wife. He had learned long ago that she was a far better judge of character than he.

"This Jorrik is a mystery though he appears solid enough and no doubt saved us a heap of trouble with the legion."

"No doubt." But all his talk of runes and magic.

"Makes him as suspect as the rest of us." Balar laughed.

"True enough. What about the old man?"

"God's I do not know which worries me more him or the Elf."

"Luna is a lost soul." Tiella said, growing protective of her fellow elf. "She needs us Balar."

"And we will need her before this mess is through. Her and those shadow she wields."

"Do you think we will make it through all of this?" Tiella asked and for a while Balar did not answer.

"I think," he replied after a moment, "that this strange fellowship did not come together by chance and I suspect that our success or failure lies in the hands of the gods.."

"The gods are dead my love."

"Then perhaps we have cause for concern." He chuckled, "Get some sleep."

The night passed by undisturbed and when the dwarves came to wake them early the next morning they felt well rested and ready to continue their journey.