Macar feels himself returned to normal. His head is somewhat still spinning. And his legs stiff. He manages to stand on his feet, his first words are to Deawen. Macar struggles to speak, his mouth stiff with paralysis, "Bu...Bu...But it slowed the poisen down." He chuckles, refering to the statement about Athelas not stopping the poisen.

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Do not draw you sword without cause, do not sheath it without honor.

In normal circumstances she would have drawn the dagger again and run him through but she was too tired to care. " i didn't get you with the poison.." she said glaring " i can if you want me too"
Deawen moved to the other side of the fire again keeping the fire between them. she began to pack her belongings in saddle bags. bredol mosied over to the camp as if Deawen had just called him she put on his tack and gear without stopping. Deawen picked up a saddle bag and it unfolded revelaing five sets of knives . Deawen sighed and picked them up puting them back into the saddle bag.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Finally recovering from the poisen, Macar looks at them all. "Where are you going?" He reached down picking up 'Wen' sheathing it. He manually contracted the blade extending from his gauntlet. He steps over to Deawen, "There is no need to be afraid, I mean no harm." He then turns to Sen, "Thank you sir. Now can we all lay our disagreements down? Or shall we fight again?" Macar then started to walk over to treeline where he first appeared.

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Do not draw you sword without cause, do not sheath it without honor.

A figure caped in redish brown, the cloth thick and heavy, steps silently through the forest, head loosely shrouded by dark silken wrappings which shadow the features which lay beneath. Boots reaching knee high, where the cape flares back, reveals the stranger to be slenderly built, the figure itself proving to be tall, but still not overly tall as to stand out drastically in a crowd. A well crafted sword creates a definate profile beneath the cape, though only the hilt is visible, where a slenderly gauntleted hand rests.

Hearing voices, the passing figure pauses within the shadows, nearer the brush still yet some distance away from the source of the speaking, ears of keen hearing picking out the words in silent curiousity.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Macar pauses for a second. "STOP!" He hushes. "I thought I heard something." He then disappears into the bushes.

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Do not draw you sword without cause, do not sheath it without honor.

Deawen snorted " A journey to a city far away " she snapped to Marcar
Deawen looked up at Sen as marcar dashed away"I didn't hear anything"
she sighed and continued to pack."My lord we haven't been on this journey for more than an hour and we Already have Trouble..!" she chuckled it felt strange to laugh considering the circumstances. "life on the line...in the company of a One of the Phoneix, a Thief and a Mercenary..I must say it's very strange..."

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Macar had disappeared into the bushes. There was a rustling of leaves for a moment, then someone was hurled out. Landing near the fire. (Dhod) "Here is what I heard." Said Macar in a chuckle. He then reaches into the bushes again, pulling out his bow and quiver from the inside bush. He walks past (Dhod) on the ground. "Extra baggage." He mutters under his breath. He then proceeds to unstring the bow, attaching it to the quiver on his back. "Why do you seek this......City?" He asks Deawen

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Do not draw you sword without cause, do not sheath it without honor.

Deawen stared at the new comer " WHAT IS WITH ALL THE NEW FACES!" she shouted throwing her hands up in the air. Deawen stared at Macar for a moment " your worse than my dog draging things back!"
" its a long story in the telling so i'll cut to the point we are going to Bredena to be Ambassodors."

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(*grins* Nuaera is her name, by the way....) Nuaera's eyes went wide at this sudden action. "What reason do you have for grabbing me and hurling me into the presence of strangers, sir? I did no wrong!" She seemed to cower slightly at first before she stood to her feet, brushing the dirt off her cape with guantleted hands. "Pray tell, I meant no harm. I merely heard voices and thought it strange for these parts for people to gather...."

Her features had been revealed when she had been shoved forward, revealing eyes of emerald green, her skin sun-darkened. Even though her expression remained calm and she seemed submissive and proper in manner, a glint of anger showed in her eyes.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"I know you did no harm, but I stopped you before you did." He replies to Nuaera. "You problably have as much reason to be here as I." Macar looks at her, and whispers, "I dont have a reason....So! Your going to be Ambassodors? You are or you aren't. Plus, aren't you a little underdressed for someone of such 'High' authority?"

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Do not draw you sword without cause, do not sheath it without honor.

Deawen walked over to him as close as an forearms reach, she only stood about a foot and a few inches shorter than him, a comical scene to some. " Do you know who or what i am?" she asked.
" Before an hour ago I was Lady Deawen dragon heart Elsent. Now I am an Ambassador for Gondor In exchange for my honor and Freedom! "
her pale blue eyes glittered with anger " Underdressed? No simply I refuse to Dress as a pompuss noble i was born to be....!" a trace of fire outlined her hair. she suddenly looked tired as she turned to Nuaera " forgive me, I am Lady Deawen Daughter of Andor Pray tell what brings you here?"

Deawen glanced at Macar.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

With both brows raised, Nuaera watched and listened to the back and forth exchange, noting the hostility in Deawen's tone, and the almost sneering play of witty tongue by Macar.

"I am merely traveling through, sirs and ma'am, I had no intention of acting as an intruder or a spy, let alone being mistaken as one and dragged forth as one..." She spoke in a smooth and polite tone of voice, though with a hint of submission in an apologetic manner, as though she were used to being seen as lower in status before those with whom she kept company.

"Forgive me if my actions of pausing to listen had caused you to think of me as a threat...." At these words she glanced towards Macar, seeming to lift her chin slightly, obviously not thinking very highly of his manners and actions.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

*Sen sighed as another conspicuously joined their party. At the rate things were going, they would have an army of misfits by the time they arrived at their destination, and be three years overdue. Ah well, what could he do now?*
Well then, in the spirit of introductions, I shall introduce myself as well. I am Sen Starfire, Last of The Three, Captain of the Storm. I am the Harbinger, and the Defender. I owe my alleigance to none, and yet to all.
*Sen said, bowing before the others.*

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(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Macar looked at them all. Curiously. "And I am Macar Randir." he extended his hand to Sen. "I roam the lands, seeking adventure and a purpose for such a dishonourable life." Macar struggled to get it out, but he finally did, "May I join you on your way?"

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Deawen scoffed and turned back to her packing.
Artinwes voice came to her head soothingly
"my my Deawen you have been busy you have a now a compnay outside the Dragons "

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Nuaera casually stepped aside, bringing the cloth over her head loosely as she glanced towards the others, her green eyes had taken on the look of curiousity, though she knew she would be best to leave them be.

"Unless you have need of a swordsmith's assistant, might I have your permission to take my leave?" she asked in as polite a manner as was possible for someone who had been rather rudely interupted in her travels.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~