Into the Dawn

     K'tarin moved to the table on which Elfiran was piling the foodstuffs.
With a nod to the high elf, he took two packs in one hand and paced back to
Alduin, who was busy packing up his ink, pen, and paper. He set down one
pack before the wizened little man and took off his own.
     "We leave shortly," he said as he placed both his pack and the one with
food and drink on the table with a dull thump.
     Alduin jumped slightly. "Really? Oh, well I'm ready then."
     Nervously--why was he nervous?--he began struggling into his food pack,
but the redguard snatched it from him. K'tarin eyed him for a moment. The
scribe seemed so frail now.
     "You have enough to carry. Those inks and scrolls are heavy enough."
     Without waiting for, nor inviting, a reply, the Werre tied the straps
of the three packs--his own and the two food packs--together to form a large
whole with his pack as the center. The right strap of one food pack fit over
one shoulder, and the left strap of the other food pack fit over his other.
Both straps of his own pack were tied to the free straps of the others. When
he was finished, he saw that all was well with the rest of the party, and
proceeded to the door. In short order, he brought around a tiny pony and set
it before Alduin. With easy effort, he set the little man on the ponies back
and led out another horse from the stable. This one had been S'talin's and
Shomshar's. In one smooth motion, K'tarin was in the saddle, and the party
set out.

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Alduin dor Lammoth